6 My Saviour, my almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

7 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore;
And since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

8 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in thy strength,
To see my Father God.

9 When I am fill'd with sore distress
For some surprising sin,
I’ll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.

10 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!
My soul redeem'd from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.

11 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim
My Saviour and my God,
His death has brought my foes to shame,
And sav'd me by his blood.

12 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs;
With this delightful song
I’ll entertain the darkest hours
Nor think the season long.]