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 filled 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, redeemed 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 drowned them in His blood.
7 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers;
With this delightful song
I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.
Source: Psalms of Grace #71e