I sing to Thee with mouth and heart,

Of all my joys the Well;

I sing, that what I know Thou art

My songs to all may tell:

That Thou a Fountain art of grace,

With blessings richly stored

For all, in every time and place,

This, this I know, good Lord.

For what have all that live, and move

Through this wide world below,

That does not from Thy bounteous love,

O Heavenly Father, flow?

Who o’er our heads the curtain drew

Of heaven’s ethereal tent?

By whom are precious rain and dew

Upon our pastures sent?

In frost and cold, whose hand but Thine

Protects from tempest drear?

Who gives in season oil and wine

Men’s hearts to brace and cheer?

Whose impulse sends the life-blood warm

Swift circling through our veins?

Who guards our land from war’s alarm,

While peace around us reigns?

O Lord, of this and all our store

Thou art the Author blest;

Thou keepest watch before our door,

While we securely rest:

Thy truth and love from year to year

For all our wants provide;

With ready help, in times of fear,

Thou standest at our side.

Thou with us sinners bearest long,

With measured stripes dost prove,

And drownest all our grievous wrong

In ocean-depths of love.

When silent woe our bosom rends,

Thy pity sees our grief,

And gives what to Thy glory tends

No less than our relief.

Thou knowest when each Christian weeps,

And why the tear-drops fall;

And in the Book Thy mercy keeps

These things are noted all:

Thy lasting joys will compensate

For lack of worldly store,

And heavenly homes the just await,

When earth shall be no more.

Cheer up! my heart, rejoice and sing,

All anxious care resign;

For God, Creation’s Lord and King,

Is thy God, even thine:

He is thy Portion, he thy Joy,

Thy Life, and Light, and Lord,

Thy Counsellor when doubts annoy,

Thy Shield and great Reward.

In restless thought, or blank despair,

Why spend each day and night?

On Him Who made thee cast thy care;

He makes our burdens light:

Did not His love, and truth, and power

Watch o’er thy childhood’s day?

Has he not oft, in threatening hour,

Turned dreaded ills away?

His wisdom never plans in vain,

Ne’er falters or mistakes;

All that His counsels wife ordain

A happy ending makes;

Upon thy mouth then lay thy hand,

And trust His guiding love;

Then firm as rock thy peace shall stand,

In earth and heaven above.