Psalm 89 (Version 2, Part 1)

My never-ceasing songs shall show

The mercies of the Lord,

And make succeeding ages know

How faithful is his word.

The sacred truths his lips pronounce

Shall firm as heaven endure;

And if he speak a promise once,

Th' eternal grace is sure.

How long the race of David held

The promis'd Jewish throne!

But there's a nobler covenant seal'd

To David's greater Son.

His seed for ever shall possess

A throne above the skies;

The meanest subject of his grace

Shall to that glory rise.

Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways

Are sung by saints above;

And saints on earth their honours raise

To thine unchanging love.