My Almighty Friend

My Father, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end? The numbers of thy grace.

I trust in thy eternal Word; Thy goodness I adore: O! give me grace through Christ, my Lord, That I may serve thee more.

My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And tread, with courage, in thy strength, The narrow way to God.

Awake! awake! my tuneful pow' rs, With this delightful song; And entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.