Psalms 145-146

Psalm 145 (1 of 2)

1 LONG as I live I'll bless Thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same, In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, His power unknown, And let His praise be great:

I'll sing the honours of Thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;

And, while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to sons shall teach Thy name, And children learn Thy ways;

Ages to come Thy truth proclaim, And nations sound Thy praise.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall through the world be known;

Thine arm of power, Thy heavenly state, With public splendour shown.

6 The world is managed by Thy hands, Thy saints are ruled by love; And Thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove.

Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 145 (2 of 2)

1 SWEET is the memory of Thy grace, My God, my heavenly King;

Let age to age Thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies;

Through the whole earth His bounty shines And every want supplies.

3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait On Thee for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good.

4 How kind are Thy compassions, Lord!

How slow Thine anger moves! But soon He sends His pardoning word To cheer the souls He loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste Thy richer grace Delight to bless Thy name.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 146 (1 of 2)

1 PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine;

Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last.

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; And none shall find His promise vain.

4 His truth for ever stands secure:

He saves the oppress'd, He feeds the poor;

He sends the labouring conscience peace, And grants the prisoners sweet release.

5 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind;

He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless.

6 He loves His saints; He knows them well; But turns the wicked down to hell;

Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;

Praise Him in everlasting strains.

Isaac Watts, 1719