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Psalm 89 Part 1

My never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word.

The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heav'n endure; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure.

How long the race of David held The promised Jewish throne! But there's a nobler cov'nant sealed To David's greater Son.

His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise.

Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honors raise To thy unchanging love.