Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess;

Thy goodness we adore:

A spring whose blessings never fail;

A sea without a shore.

2 Sun, moon, and stars thy love attest

In every golden ray;

Love draws the curtains of the night,

And love brings back the day.

3 Thy bounty every season crowns

With all the bliss it yields,

With joyful clusters loads the vines,

With strengthening grain the fields.

4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,

Is in the gospel seen;

There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,

Without a cloud between.

5 There, pardon, peace, and holy joy,

Through Jesus’ name are given;

He on the cross was lifted high,

That we might reign in heaven.