Classic Poem

My soul the honour of our King
Shall in the great assembly sing.
Great are the wonders He hath shown,
With joy by their admirers known.
His glorious deeds all praise transcend,
His equal justice knows no end;
Left in-eternal monuments,
Whose mercy death and hell prevents;
Feeds those who fear His Name, and will
His promise faithfully fulfill.
Who planted with a pow'rful Hand
His people in this pleasant land.
Just judgment executes, directs
By sacred laws, and truth affects.
These fretting time shall never waste,
But squar'd by justice ever last.
His word to us confirm'd by deed,
So often from oppression freed.
His Name is terrible to all,
His fear is the original
Of wisdom; and they only wise
Who make His laws their exercise.
His praise, while men have memory,
And pow'r of speech, shall never die.