My never-ceasing song shall show
The mercies of the Lord,
And make successive ages know
How faithful is his word.

The sacred truth his lips pronounce
Shall firm as heaven endure;
And if he speaks a promise once,
The eternal grace is sure.

How long the race of David held
The promised Jewish throne!
But there’s a nobler covenant sealed
To David’s greater Son.

His seed forever 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 honors raise
To thy unchanging love.