1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall.
2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distrest Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
3 The Lord supports our tottering days, And guides our giddy youth; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth.
4 He knows the pains his servants feel, He hears his children cry, And their best wishes to fulfil His grace is ever nigh.
5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; He saves the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear.
6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that serve the Lord shall say, "They sought his aid in vain."]
7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God.]