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The Psalms of David · Psalm 89

For ever shall my song record The truth and mercy of the Lord; Mercy and truth for ever stand, Like heav'n, established by his hand.

Thus to his Son he sware, and said, "With thee my cov'nant first is made; In thee shall dying sinners live, Glory and grace are thine to give.

"Be thou my Prophet, thou my Priest; Thy children shall be ever blest; Thou art my chosen King: thy throne Shall stand eternal like my own.

"There's none of all my sons above So much my image or my love; Celestial powers thy subjects are: Then what can earth to thee compare?

"David, my servant, whom I chose To guard my flock, to crush my foes, And raised him to the Jewish throne, Was but a shadow of my Son."

Now let the church rejoice and sing Jesus, her Savior and her King; Angels his heav'nly wonders show, And saints declare his works below.