1 I bless the Lord,
Who gives his word,
To rule and guide me right;
To hear him say,
Love and obey,
Affords supreme delight.

2 A holy joy,
Without alloy,
With sacred transport flows,
From truth divine,
I feel it mine,
To give my soul repose.

3 With sacred love,
My passions move,
I burn with strong desire;
With holy aim,
And inward flame,
I feel my soul on fire.

4 By grace refin'd
My soul inclin'd,
Shall consecrate my days,
As due to none
But God alone,
And give him all the praise.