1 My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to his abode;
Thee, Savior, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.

2 Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.

3 As much, when in the manger laid,
Almighty ruler of the sky,
As when the six day's work he made
Fill'd all the morning-stars with joy.

4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is the dearest claim;
That gracious sound well pleas'd he hears,
And owns Immanuel for his name.

5 A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well-plac'd hopes with joy I see;
My bosom glows with heavenly zeal
To worship him who died for me.