MY Saviour and almighty Friend, When I begin to praise, It seems Thy mercies have no end! I’m overwhelmed by grace.
Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew Thy kindness first, I speak Thy praises more.
Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated year by year; I view the days that yet remain, And trust them to Thy care.
I’ll sound Thy praises all the length Of this my pilgrim road, And speak with boldness in Thy strength Of my Redeemer God.
Cast me not off when strength declines, And life’s last trials arise; But round me make Thy glory shine Till this Thy servant dies.
Awake, my soul, thy fervent powers, To such a glorious song, Which floods with joy the darkest hours, And moves thee all day long.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡