THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
Of His deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distressed From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest.
O magnify the Lord with me; With me exalt His name; When in distress to Him I called, He to my rescue came.
The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance He affords to all Who in His mercy trust.
O make but trial of His love; Experience will decide How blessed are they, and only they, Who in His truth confide!
Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear; Come, make His service your delight, Your wants shall be His care.
ahum Tate, 1652-1715, icholas Brady, 1659-1726