With My Whole Heart My God And King Tate

With my whole Heart, my God and King,
thy Praise I will proclaim;
Before the Gods with Joy I’ll sing,
and bless thy holy Name.
I’ll worship at thy sacred Seat;
and with thy Love inspir’d,
The Praises of thy Truth repeat,
o’er all thy Works admir’d.

Thou graciously inclin’dst thine Ear,
when I to Thee did cry;
And when my Soul was press’d with Fear,
didst inward Strength supply.
Therefore shall ev’ry earthly Prince
thy Name with Praise pursue,
Whom these admir’d Events convince
that all thy Works are true.

They all thy wond’rous Ways, O Lord,
with chearful Songs shall bless;
and all thy glorious Acts record,
thy awful Pow’r confess.
For God, altho’ enthron’d on high,
does thence the poor respect;
The proud far off, his scornful Eye
beholds with just Neglect.

Tho’ I with Troubles am oppress’d,
he shall my Foes disarm,
Relieve my Soul when most distress’d,
and keep me safe from Harm.
The Lord, whose Mercies ever last,
shall fix my happy State;
And mindful of his Favours past,
shall his own Work compleat.