WHAT shall I render to my God, For all His kindness shown? My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne.
Among the saints that fill Thy house, My offerings shall be paid: There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made.
How much is mercy Thy delight, Thou ever-blessèd God! How dear Thy servants in Thy sight! How precious is their blood!
How happy all Thy servants are! How great Thy grace to me! My life, which Thou hast made Thy care, Lord, I devote to Thee.
Now I am Thine, for ever Thine, Nor shall my purpose move! Thy hand has loosed my bands of pain, And bound me with Thy love.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748