My God, my King, Thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.
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But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds.
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways,
Vast and immortal be Thy praise!
~Isaac Watts on Psalm 145
'But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
ReplyDeleteThy greatness all our thoughts exceeds.' How true for me today.
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