My song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to His abode; Thee, Savior, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the mighty God. Without beginning, or decline, Object of faith, and not of sense; Eternal ages saw Him shine, He shines eternal ages hence. As much, when in the manger laid, Almighty Ruler of the sky; As when the six days’ works He made, Filled all the morning-stars with joy. Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, Salvation is His dearest claim; That gracious sound well-pleased He hears, And owns Emmanuel for His name. A cheerful confidence I feel, My well-placed hopes with joy I see; My bosom glows with heav’nly zeal To worship Him Who died for me. As man, He pities my complaint, His pow’r and truth are all divine; He will not fail, He cannot faint, Salvation’s sure, and must be mine. |