1 Another day has pass'd away,
A day of praise and pray'r;
Then come, my soul, thy God extol,
And own Thy Savior's care.

2 Secure from harm, His mighty arm
Has led me through the day,
And from above, with gifts of love,
He cheered me on my way.

3 Now, as of old, He leads His fold
On meads of shady green;
While on His breast, in sweetest rest,
The ewe and lambkin lean.

4 Care not, says He, but trust in me,
And I will care for you;
My faithfulness and kindnesses
And every morning new.

5 O bliss divine, that Christ is mine,
Who thus attends His own!
Then come, my soul, Thy God extol,
And make His praises known.