1 [With all my powers of heart and tongue I'll praise my Maker in my song: Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 Angels that make thy church their care Shall witness my devotions there, While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.]
3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all thy works and names below So much thy power and glory show.
4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes, He did my rising fears control, And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul.
5 The God of heaven maintains his state, Frowns on the proud and scorns the great; But from his throne descends to see The sons of humble poverty.
6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive.
7 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.