Give thanks to God; he reigns above;

Kind are his thoughts, his name is Love;

His mercy ages past have known,

And ages long to come shall own.

Let the redeemed of the Lord

The wonders of his grace record;

Isr'el, the nation whom he chose,

And rescued from their mighty foes.

[When God's almighty arm had broke

Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke,

They traced the desert, wand'ring round

A wild and solitary ground.

There they could find no leading road,

Nor city for a fixed abode;

Nor food, nor fountain, to assuage

Their burning thirst or hunger's rage.]

In their distress, to God they cried

God was their Savior and their Guide;

He led their march far wand'ring round,

'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground.

Thus, when our first release we gain

From sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain,

We have this desert world to pass,

A dangerous and a tiresome place.

He feeds and clothes us all the way,

He guides our footsteps lest we stray,

He guards us with a powerful hand,

And brings us to the heav'nly land.

O let the saints with joy record

The truth and goodness of the Lord!

How great his works! how kind his ways!

Let every tongue pronounce his praise.