OH render thanks to God above,

OH render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love; Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall for ever last.

Who can His mighty deeds express, Not only vast but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise.

Extend to me that favour, Lord, Thou to Thy chosen dost afford: When Thou return'st to set them free,

Oh may I worthy prove to see Thy saints in full prosperity! That I the joyful choir may join, And count Thy people's triumph mine Tate and Brady,