Praise we our God with joy,
And gladness never ending
Angels and saints with us,
Their grateful voices blending
He is our Father dear,
O'erfilled with parents' love,
Mercies unsought, unknown,
He showers from above.

He is our shepherd true,
With watchful care unsleeping,
On us, his erring sheep,
An eye of pity keepings
He, with a mighty arm,
The bonds of sin doth break,
And, to our burden'd hearts,
In words of peace doth speak.

Graces in copious streams
From that pure fount are welling
Where, in our hearts of hearts,
Our God hath set his dweling
His word our lantern is,
His peace our comfort still,
His sweetness all our rest,
Our law, our life, his will.