1 My Savior, 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 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in thy strength,
To see my Father God.
4 When I am fill'd with sore distress
For some surprising sin,
I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.
5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The vict'ries of my King!
My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.
6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim
My Savior and my God;
His death has brought my foes to shame,
And drown'd them in his blood.
7 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs;
With this delightful song
I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.];
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First Line: | My Savior, my almighty friend |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; |