Almighty Father! gracious Lord!

Kind Guardian of my days!

Thy mercies let my heart record

In songs of grateful praise.

2 In life’s first dawn, my tender frame

Was thine indulgent care,

Long ere I could pronounce thy name,

Or breathe the infant prayer.

3 Each rolling year new favors brought

From thine exhaustless store;

But, ah! in vain my laboring thought

Would count thy mercies o’er.

4 Still I adore thee, gracious Lord!

For favors more divine—

That I have known thy sacred word.

Where all thy glories shine.

5 Lord, when this mortal frame decays,

And every weakness dies,

Complete the wonders of thy grace,

And raise me to the skies.