1 How well our great Preserver knows,
To weigh and to relieve our woes!
Behold his wrath's avenging blast,
How slow to rise, how soon o'erpast!

2 How prompt his favour to dispense
Its life-imparting influence!
How speedy his paternal love
Our deep afflictions to remove!

3 Grief for a night, obtrusive guest,
Beneath our roof perhaps may rest;
But joy, with the returning day,
Shall wipe each transient tear away.

4 With what delight, great God, I trace
The acts of thy stupendous grace!
To count them, were to count the sand
That lies upon the sea-beat strand.