1 Give Thanks to GOD; He reigns above;
Kind are his Thoughts, his Name is Love;
His Mercy Ages past have known,
And Ages long to come shall own.
2 Let the Redeemed of the Lord
The Wonders of his Grace record;
Isr'el, the Nation whom he chose,
And rescu'd from their mighty Foes.
3 [When GOD's Almighty Arm had broke
Their Fetters and th' Egyptian Yoke,
They trac'd the Desart, wand'ring round
A wild and solitary Ground!
4 There they could find no leading Road,
Nor City for a fix'd Abode;
Nor Food nor Fountain to asswage
Their burning Thirst or Hunger's Rage.]
5 In their Distress to GOD they cry'd;
GOD was their Saviour and their Guide;
He led their March far wand'ring round;
'Twas the right Path to Canaan's Ground.
6 Thus when our first Telease we gain
From Sin's old Yoke, and Satan's Chain,
We have this desert world to pass,
A dangerous and a tiresome Place.
7 He feeds and clothes us all the Way,
He guides our Footsteps, lest we stray;
He guards us with a pow'rful Hand,
And brings us to the heav'nly Land.
8 O let the Saints with joy record
The Truth and Goodness of the Lord!
How great his Works! how kind his Ways!
Let ev'ry Tongue pronounce his Praise.