Lord, I Will Bless Thee All My Days
Lord, I will bless Thee all my days,
Thy praise shall dwell up-on my tongue;
My soul shall glo-ry in Thy grace,
While saints re-joice to hear the song.
Come mag-ni-fy the Lord with me,
Come let us all ex-alt His name;
I sought th' e-ter-nal God, and He
Has not ex-posed my hope to shame.
I told Him all my se-cret grief,
My se-cret groan-ing reached His ears;
He gave my in-ward pains re-lief,
And calmed the tu-mult of my fears.
To Him the poor lift up their eyes,
Their fac-es feel the heaven-ly shine;
A beam of mer-cy from the skies
Fills them with light and joy di-vine.
His ho-ly an-gels pitch their tents
A-round the men that serve the Lord;
O fear and love Him, all His saints,
Taste of His grace and trust His Word.
The wild young li-ons, pinched with pain
And hun-ger, roar through all the wood;
But none shall seek the Lord in vain,
Nor want sup-plies of a-ny good.
Chil-dren in years and know-ledge young,
Your par-ents' hope, your par-ents' joy,
At-tend the coun-sels of my tongue,
Let god-ly thoughts your minds em-ploy.
If you de-sire a length of days,
And peace to crown your mor-tal state,
Re-strain your feet from sin-ful ways,
Your lips from slan-der and de-ceit.
The eyes of God re-gard His saints,
His ears are o-pen to their cries;
He sets His frown-ing face a-gainst
The sons of vi-o-lence and lies.
To hum-ble souls and bro-ken hearts
God with His grace is ev-er nigh;
Par-don and hope His love im-parts
When men in deep con-tri-tion lie.
He tells their tears, He counts their groans,
His Son re-deems their souls from death;
His Spi-rit heals their bro-ken bones,
They in His praise em-ploy their breath.
Come, mag-ni-fy the Lord with me,
Come, let us all ex-alt His name;
I sought th' e-ter-nal God, and He
Has not ex-posed my hope to shame.