Thee Will I Praise With All My Heart

Thee will I praise with all my heart, And tell to all how good Thou art, How marvellous Thy works of grace; Thy name I will in songs record, And joy and glory in my Lord, Extolled above all thanks and praise.

The Lord will save His people here; In times of need their help is near To all by sin and hell oppressed; And they that know Thy name will trust In Thee, who, to Thy promise just, Hast never left a soul distressed.

The Lord is by His judgements known; He helps his poor afflicted one, His sorrows all He bears in mind; The mourner shall not always weep, Who sows in tears in joy shall reap, With grief who seeks with joy shall find.

A helpless soul that looks to Thee Is sure at last Thy face to see, And all Thy goodness to partake; The sinner who for Thee doth grieve, And longs, and labours to believe, Thou never, never wilt forsake.