1 Now in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise;
With all the saints I'll join to tell,
That Jesus has done all things well.

2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess,
His wisdom all his works express;
But O! his love what tongue can tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

3 How sov'reign, merciful and free,
Has been his love to sinful me!
He pluck'd me from the jaws of hell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

4 I spurned his grace, I broke his laws,
And then he undertook my cause;
To save me though I did rebel,
My Jesus has done all things well.

5 And since my soul hath known his love,
What blessings hath he made me prove!
Mercy which doth all praise excel,
My Jesus has done all things well.

6 Whene'er my Savior or my God,
Hath on me laid his gentle rod;
I know in all that has befel,
That Jesus has done all things well.

7 Tho' many a flaming fiery dart,
Attempt their level at my heart;
With this I all my rage repel--
My Jesus has done all things well.

8 Sometimes the Lord his face doth hide,
To make me pray, and kill my pride;
Yet on my heart it still doth dwell,
That Jesus has done all things well.

9 Soon I shall pass this vale of death,
And in his arms resign my breath:
Yet then my happy soul shall tell,
How Jesus has done all things well.

10 And when to those bright worlds I rise,
And join the anthem with the skies;
Above the rest, this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well