1 My Saviour! my almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore;
And, since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

3 Sweet is thy speech with heavenly grace,
Thy form divinely fair;
There's none of all the mortal race
Can e'er with thee compare.

4 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,
And march with courage, in thy strength,
To see my Father God.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.