My God, my King, thy various praise

My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days,
Thy love shall tune my thankful tongue
With humble prayer and grateful song.

The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.

Let distant climes and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And every kindred make thy song
The joy and triumph of their tongue.