O render thanks to God
above,
The fountain of eternal
love,
Whose mercy firm through
ages past
Hath stood, and shall
forever last.
Who can
His mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but
numberless?
What mortal eloquence can
raise
His tribute of immortal
praise?
Extend to me that
favor, Lord,
Thou to Thy chosen dost
afford;
When Thou return’st to
set them free,
Let Thy salvation visit
me.
O may I worthy prove
to see
Thy saints in full
prosperity,
That I the joyful choir
may join,
And count Thy people’s
triumph mine!
