1 Thee will I bless, my God and King,
Nor cease thy wondrous Acts to sing:
From earliest Morn to latest Eve,
Thy Praises on my Tongue shall live.

2 Thee good and kind shall Mortals own;
To Anger slow, to Pity prone:
Far as Creation's Bonds extend,
Thy Mercies, heav'nly Lord, descend.

3 One Chorus of perpetual Praise,
To Thee, thy various Works shall raise!
Thy Saints to Thee, in Hymns, impart
The Transports of a grateful Heart.

4 From Thee, great God, while ev'ry Eye
Expectant waits with wish'd supply
Their Bread, proportion'd to the Day,
Thy op'ning Hands to each convey.

5 Who ask thine Aid with Heart sincere,
thee, ever gracious, ever near,
Shall own, to Thee, in each Distress,
Their Pray'r with surest Hopes address.