Psalm 144

And shall I not extol thee, my God, my king; shall I not bless thy name for ever and for evermore?

Blessing shall be thine, day after day; for ever and for evermore praised be thy name.

Can any praise be worthy of the Lord’s majesty, any thought set limits to his greatness?

Down the ages the story of thy deeds is told, thy power is ever acclaimed;

each magnifies thy unapproachable glory, makes known thy wonders.

Fearful are the tales they tell of thy power, proclaiming thy magnificence;

grateful their memory of all thy goodness, as they boast of thy just dealings.

How gracious the Lord is, how merciful, how patient, how rich in pity!

Is he not a loving Lord to his whole creation; does not his mercy reach out to all that he has made?

Joining, then, Lord, in thy whole creation’s praise, let thy faithful servants bless thee;

let them publish the glory of thy kingdom, and discourse of thy power,

making that power known to the race of men, the glory, the splendour of that kingdom!

No age shall dawn but shall see thee reigning still; generations pass, and thy rule shall endure. O how true the Lord is to all his promises, how gracious in all his dealings!

Prostrate though men may fall, the Lord will lift them up, will revive their crushed spirits.

Quietly, Lord, thy creatures raise their eyes to thee, and thou grantest them, in due time, their nourishment,

ready to open thy hand, and fill with thy blessing all that lives.

So faithful the Lord is in all he does, so gracious in all his dealings.

The Lord draws near to every man that calls upon him, will he but call upon him with a true heart.

Utter but the wish, you that fear the Lord, and he will grant it, will hear the cry, and bring aid.

Vigilantly the Lord watches over all that love him, marks down the wicked for destruction.

While these lips tell of the Lord’s praise, let all that lives bless his holy name, for ever, and for evermore.