138Psalm 138LM
WITH all my powers of heart and tongue,
   I’ll praise my Maker in my song;
May nothing mar the song I raise,
Nor earthly idols steal Thy praise.
2  I’ll sing Thy Truth and mercy, Lord,
And the great wonders of Thy Word;
Not all Thy works on earth below,
So much Thy power and glory show.
3  To Thee I cried in my distress,
In mercy Thou didst hear and bless,
And did my doubts and fears control,
Imparting strength through all my soul.
4  The King of Heaven maintains His state,
Frowns on the proud and scorns the great;
But from His throne descends to know
Repenting sinners here below.
5  Troubled by numerous snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by Thy hand;
Thy comforts keep my soul alive,
And bid my downcast heart revive.
6  Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work our Saviour undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne’er forsakes.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡