THE Lord who hath redeem'd our souls

THE Lord who hath redeem'd our souls From death and endless woe, Whose wisdom each event controls, From whom all mercies flow. He hath decreed that even here His faithful sons shall prove, In weal and woe, 'midst toil and fear, The riches of His love.

But, oh! when life's brief term is o'er, And heaven unfolds her gates, For them what blessings are in store, For them what glory waits! Praise, then, the Lord, all ye His saints, He hears, He pities your complaints, Health, strength, and joy imparts.