My God, my King, thy various praise

Shall fill the remnant of my days;

Thy grace employ my humble tongue,

Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear

Some thankful tribute to thine ear,

And every setting sun shall see

New works of duty, done for thee.

3 Let distant times and nations raise

The long succession of thy praise;

And unborn ages make my song

The joy and labor of my tongue.

4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?

Thy greatness all my thoughts exceeds:

Vast and unsearchable thy ways,

Vast and immortal is thy praise.