1 I will praise thee ev'ry day,
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 here in the fair gospel field,
Wells of free salvation yield,
Streams of life a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye then his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame!
Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.
5 Raise again thy joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round1
Zion shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | I will praise thee ev'ry day |
Title: | O Lord I Will Praise Thee |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |