1 Thee will I thank, and, Day by Day,
Form to thy Praise the joyful Lay;
From Morn to Eve the Song extend:
Thee boast, my Father; Thee, my Friend.

2 O come! your Voice triumphant raise;
And sing with Me your Maker's Praise;
Praise Him, whose ever-open Ear,
With just Regard, your Pray'rs shall hear.

3 Behold a Heart with Woes oppress'd;
Behold (its Vows to God address'd)
His Hand its balmy Power display,
And chase each Clod of Grief away!

4 He's ever watchful, ever near,
The meek and contrite Soul to chear:
O, taste with me—O taste, and prove
The Blessings of his boundless Love.

5 Hail, Saviour of the human Race!
Hail, Fountain of exhaustless Grace!
Thrice happy! who on Thee recline!
Nor own, nor ask, a Help but thine!