1 PSALM CXLV. MY God, my King, Thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; 2 The wings of every hour shall bear 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; 4 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds? LORD, Thou hast form'd mine every part, Thine ear doth hear, Thine eye can see. 2 Though I should seek the shades of night, 3 The heavens, the earth, the sea, the sky, 4 Oh may that Spirit, ever blest, I taste Thy Presence, Lord Divine! Robert Allan Scott, 1839. HUDSON. |