MY soul, triumphant in the Lord, Shall tell its joys abroad; And march with holy vigour on, Supported by my God.
Through all the winding maze of life, His hand has been my guide; And in that long-experienced care My heart shall still confide.
His grace through all the desert flows An unexhausted stream; That grace, on Zion’s sacred mount, Shall be my endless theme.
Beyond the choicest joys of earth These distant courts I love; But O, I burn with strong desire To view Thy house above.
Mingled with all the shining band, My soul would there adore; A pillar in Thy temple fixed, To be removed no more.
Philip Doddridge, 1702-51