My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.
Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.
As much when in the manger laid
Almighty Ruler of the sky,
As when the six days' work He made
Filled all the morning stars with joy.
Of the crowns Jehovah wears,
Salvation is His dearest claim;
That gracious sound, well pleased, He hears,
And owns Emmanuel for His Name.
A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well-placed hopes with joy I see;
My bosom glows with heavenly zeal,
To worship Him who died for me.
As man, He pities my complaint,
His power and truth are all divine;
He will not fail, He cannot faint;
Salvation's sure, and must be mine.
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