God, my King, Thy might confessing

October 9

God, my King, Thy might confessing,
Ever will I bless Thy Name;
Day by day, Thy throne addressing,
Still will I Thy praise proclaim.

Honor great our God befitteth;
Who His majesty can reach?
Age to age His works transmitteth,
Age to age His pow’r shall teach.

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

Full of kindness and compassion,
Slow to anger, vast in love,
God is good to all creation;
All His works His goodness prove.
     Richard Mant.