1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly king; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies.
3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy Name.