O GIVE thanks unto the Lord, Praise His name with one accord; Tell the wonders of His power, Praise His goodness every hour.
Let His ransomed church begin, Whom He has redeemed from sin, Gathered from the east and west, North and south, to enter rest.
Through the wilderness they stray, In a solitary way; Hungry, thirsty, tried and faint; God attends to their complaint.
Led by Him from day to day, Though by a mysterious way, To His city shall they come, To their final rest, and home.
O that we would praise the Lord, And His goodness now record; All His wondrous works rehearse, Who redeems us from the curse.
Joseph Irons, 1785-1852