1 I will praise thee ev'ry day,
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.

2 here in the fair gospel field,
Wells of free salvation yield,
Streams of life a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.

3 Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.

4 Praise ye then his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame!
Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.

5 Raise again thy joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round1
Zion shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.