O Lord, I will praise thee

I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger's turn'd away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice.

Here, in the fair gospel-field, Wells of free salvation yield Stream of life, a plenteous store, And my soul shall thirst no more.

Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength; And His praises shall prolong, While I live, my pleasant song.

Raise again the joyful sound. Let the nations roll it round! Zion, shout! for this is He; God the Saviour dwells in thee.