414 God, my King, thy might confessing

1 God, my king, thy might confessing, ever will I bless thy Name; day by day thy throne addressing, still will I thy praise proclaim.

2 Honor great our God befitteth; who his majesty can reach? Age to age his works transmitteth; age to age his power shall teach.

3 They shall talk of all thy glory, on thy might and greatness dwell, speak of thy dread acts the story, and thy deeds of wonder tell.

4 Nor shall fail from memory’s treasure works by love and mercy wrought, works of love surpassing measure, works of mercy passing thought.

5 Full of kindness and compassion, slow to anger, vast in love, God is good to all creation; all his works his goodness prove.

6 All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee: thee shall all thy saints adore: King supreme shall they confess thee, and proclaim thy sovereign power.