O what shall we do the Savior to praise,
So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace,
So strong to deliver, to save from all harm
The weakest believer that leans on His arm!

How happy the man whose heart is set free,
The people, O God, that joyful in Thee!
Their joy is to walk in the light of Thy face,
For ever to talk of Thy mercy and grace.

When wandering far from the Father’s abode,
The heart full of pride and hatred to God,
The children of darkness, of Satan the slaves,
‘Twas Jesus redeemed us–His merit that saves.

Our sins on the cross He on Calvary bore,
He blotted them out and they are no more;
Now pardoned and washed we boldly draw near,
And cry, "Abba, Father!" unhindered by fear.

Despised by the world, we’re strangers below,
But called to heaven we cheerfully go;
The Lord is our Leader; and, strong in His might,
Though Satan opposes we fight the good fight.

We look for the day when Jesus shall come,
And take His blood-purchased brethren home;
When we shall behold all His glory and grace,
And a heaven be found in the light of His face.

We joy in our God, and we sing of that love,
So sovereign and free which did His heart move!
When lost our condition, all ruined, undone.
He saw with compassion, and spared not His Son!

His Son, His delight, His loved One, He gave
The curse to endure–by suffering to save:
Sure love so amazing, unmeasured, untold,
Since Him it hath given, no good will withhold!

We praise, then our God; how rich is His grace!
We were far from Him once–estranged from His face,
By blood we are purchased, are cleansed and made nigh,
And blest in His presence, in Jesus, on high!

Though troubles assail,
And dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail,
And foes all unite:
Yet one thing secures us
Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us
The Lord will provide.

The birds, without barn
Or storehouse, are fed;
From them let us learn
To trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting
Shall ne’er be denied,
So long as ’tis written,
The Lord will provide.

We may, like the ships,
By tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost;
Though Satan enrages
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages
The Lord will provide.

His call we obey,
Like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers,
We have a sure guide,
And trust in all dangers
The Lord will provide.

The night is far spent, and the day is at hand:
No sign to be looked for; the star’s in the sky;
Rejoice then ye saints, ’tis your Lord’s own command;
Rejoice, for the coming of Jesus draws nigh.

What a day will that be when the Savior appears!
How welcome to those who have shared in His cross!
A crown incorruptible then will be theirs,
A rich compensation for suffering and loss.

What is loss in this world when compared to that day,
To the glory that then shall from heaven be revealed?
"The Savior is coming," His people may say;
"The Lord whom we look for, our Sun and our Shield."

O pardon us, Lord! that our love to Thy name
Is so faint, with so much our affections to move!
Our coldness might fill us with grief and with shame.
So much to be loved, and so little to love.

O kindle within us a holy desire,
Like that which was found in Thy people of old,
Who tasted Thy love and whose hearts were on fire,
While They waited in patience Thy face to behold.

When Satan appears
To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,
We triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us,
Though oft he has tried ,
The heart-cheering promise,
The Lord will provide.

He tells us we’re weak,
Our hope is in vain,
The good that we seek
We ne’er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions
Our spirits have tried,
This answers all questions,
The Lord will provide.

No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim;
Yet since we have known
The Savior’s great name,
In this, our strong tower,
For safety we hide,
The Lord is our power,
The Lord will provide.

Should life sink apace,
And death be in view,
This word of His grace
Shall comfort us through;
No fearing or doubting,
With Christ on our side,
Through faith we’ll die shouting,
The Lord will provide.

We’re not of this world which fadeth away,
We’re not of the night, but children of day;
The chains which once bound us by Jesus are riven,
We’re strangers on earth, our home is in heaven.

Our path is most rugged, and dangerous too,
A wide trackless waste our journey lies through;
But the pillar of cloud that shows us our way,
Is our sure light by night, and shades us by day.

Our Shepherd is still our Guardian and Guide,
Before us He goes to help and provide:
The springs that refresh us from heaven were given,
Our bread is the Manna that came down from heaven.

‘Mid mightiest foes most feeble are we–
Yet, trembling before our great Leader they flee;
The Lord is our Banner, the battle is His,
The weakest of saints more than conqueror is.

And soon shall we enter our own promised land,
Around His bright throne in glory shall stand;
Our song then for ever and ever shall be,
All glory and blessing, Lord Jesus, to Thee!

A fullness resides in Jesus our Head
A fulness abides to answer all need:
The Father’s good pleasure has laid up a store,
A plentiful treasure, to give to the poor.

Whatever distress awaits us below,
Such plentiful grace the Lord will bestow,
As still shall support us and silence our fear,
And nothing can hurt us while Jesus is near.

When sorrows assail us, or terrors draw nigh,
His love will not fail us, He’ll guard with His eye;
And when we are fainting and ready to fail,
He’ll give what is wanting, and make us prevail.

We trust in His protection; we’ll lean on His might;
We’re sure His direction will guide us aright:
We know who surrounds us, almighty to save;
And no one confounds us the Savior who have.

Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad His wonderful name;
The name, all victorious, of Jesus extol,
His kingdom is glorious–He’ll reign over all.

God ruleth on high, almighty to save,
But still He is nigh, His presence we have;
The great congregation His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus, their King.

Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all shout aloud, and honor the Son;
The praises of Jesus God’s saints will proclaim,
They’ll fall on their faces to worship the Lamb.

Our rest is in heaven, our rest is not here;
Then why should we tremble when trials are near?
Be hushed our sad spirits, the worst that can come
But shortens the journey, and hastens us home.

It is not for us to be seeking our bliss,
And building our hopes in a region like this:
We look for a city which hands have not piled–
We pant for a country by sin undefiled.

The thorn and the thistle around us may grow–
We would not lie down, e’en on roses, below:
We ask not our portion, we seek not a rest,
Till we find them for ever where Jesus is blest.

Let trial and danger our progress oppose,
They’ll only make heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy or come sorrow, whate’er may befall,
A home with our God will make up for it all.

With a scrip on the back, and a staff in the hand,
We march on in haste through an enemy’s land;
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,
And we’ll smooth it with hope, and we’ll cheer it with song.

Though dark be our way, since God is our Guide,
‘Tis ours to obey; ’tis His to provide:
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word He hath spoken shall surely prevail.

His love in times past forbids us to think
He’ll leave us at last in trouble to sink:
The Lamb in His glory is ever in view,
The pledge and the proof He will help us quite through.

And since all we meet must work for our good,
The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food:
Though painful at present, ’twill cease before long,
And then how triumphant the conqueror’s song!