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(13) Unceasing Praise.

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 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;

Vast and unsearchable thy ways--

Vast and immortal be thy praise.

Isaac Watts, 1719.