65.  I Will Praise Thee

1
God of my life, through all my days
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise
The song shall wake with ope’ning light,
And warble to the silent night.

2
When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would make me sore distrest,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3
Were half the breath that’s vainly spent
To heav’n in supplication sent,
Our cheerful song would oft’ner be,
“Hear what the Lord hath done for me.”

4
Yes, done for me; Lord, I confess
Thy wisdom and thy righteousness,
And all my days shall therefore be
Of praise a tribute, Lord, to thee.