1 I will at all times bless the Lord,
My mouth shall spread His praise abroad;
The humble shall rejoice
To hear me boast in Him, and cry,
Come, join with me to magnify
The Lord, with blended voice.

2 I sought the Lord, He heard me pray,
And chased each anxious fear away;
For those who look on high,
Are light'ned, and set free from shame;
The poor man calls upon His name,
And all his sorrows fly.

3 Behold, the angel of the Lord
Encamps around the saints, t'afford,
In time of need, His aid;
O taste and see that God is kind;
How blest the man whose constant mind
On Him alone is stayed!

4 O fear the Lord, all ye His saints,
Who bends His ear to your complaints,
And all your wants supplies:
Though the young lions pine for food,
To those who fear the Lord, no good
His bounteous hand denies.

5 The righteous cry, Jehovah hears;
He heals the broken heart, and cheers
The contrite when they call;
They find Him ever nigh to save;
And though they many sorrows hae,
He brings His saints through all.