From age to age exalt his name;

God and his grace are still the same;

He fills the hungry soul with food,

And feeds the poor with every good.

But if their hearts rebel and rise

Against the God that rules the skies;

If they reject his heav'nly word,

And slight the counsels of the Lord

He'll bring their spirits to the ground,

And no deliv'rer shall be found;

Laden with grief, they waste their breath

In darkness and the shades of death.

Then to the Lord they raise their cries;

He makes the dawning light arise,

And scatters all that dismal shade

That hung so heavy round their head.

He cuts the bars of brass in two,

And lets the smiling pris'ners through;

Takes off the load of guilt and grief,

And gives the lab'ring soul relief.

O may the sons of men record

The wondrous goodness of the Lord

How great his works! how kind his ways!

Let every tongue pronounce his praise.