Blest Saviour! Friend divine!

Thou source of boundless love!

The hope of all thy saints on earth,

The joy of all above!

2 How can I tell thy worth!

How make thy glories known!

No language can thy goodness speak,

No tongue thy mercies own!

3 My words can not express

The sweetness of thy name!

Nor can my feeble lips declare

The wonders of thy fame!

4 Then take my trusting heart,

I can not give thee more;

Make rich my soul’s deep poverty,

From thine unwasting store!