Now to thy heavenly Father’s praise,

My heart, thy tribute bring;

That goodness which prolongs my days,

With grateful pleasure sing.

2 Whene’er he sends afflicting pains,

His mercy holds the rod;

His powerful word the heart sustains,

And speaks a faithful God.

3 A faithful God is ever nigh

When humble grief implores;

His ear attends each plaintive sigh,

He pities and restores.

4 Lord, I am thine, for ever thine,

Nor shall my purpose move;

Thy hand, that loosed my bonds of pain,

Has bound me with thy love.