God, My King, Thy Might Confessing

God, my King, Thy might con-fess-ing, Ev-er will I bless Thy name; Day by day Thy throne ad-dress-ing, Still will I Thy praise pro-claim. Hon-or great our God be-fit-teth; Who His maj-es-ty can reach? Age to age His works trans-mit-teth; Age to age His power shall teach. They shall talk of all Thy glo-ry, On Thy might and great-ness dwell, Speak of Thy great acts the sto-ry, And Thy deeds of won-der tell. Nor shall fail from mem-ory's trea-sure Works by love and mer-cy wrought: Works of love sur-pass-ing mea-sure, Works of mer-cy pass-ing thought. Full of kind-ness and com-pass-ion, Slow to an-ger, vast in love, God is good to all cre-a-tion; All His works in good-ness prove. All Thy works, O Lord shall bless Thee; Thee shall all Thy saints a-dore. King su-preme shall They con-fess Thee, And pro-claim Thy sov-ereign power.