1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first I speak thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march with courage in thy strength To see my Father God.
4 When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but thine.
5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul redeem'd from sin and hell Shall thy salvation sing.
6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim My Saviour and my God; His death has brought my foes to shame, And drown'd them in his blood.
7 Awake, awake my tuneful powers; With this delightful song I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.]