1 O LORD, I sing with mouth and heart,
Joy of my soul to Thee:
To earth Thy knowledge I impart,
As it is known to me.

2 Thou art the Fount of grace, I know,
And Spring so full and free,
Whence saving health and goodness flow
Each day so bounteously.

3 For what have all that live and move
Through this wide world below,
That does not from Thy bounteous love,
O heavenly Father, flow?

4 Who built the lofty firmament?
Who spread th'expanse of blue?
By whom are to our pastures sent
Refreshing rain and dew?

5 Who warmeth us in cold and frost?
Who shields us from the wind?
Who orders it that oil and must
We in their season find?

6 Who is it life and health bestows?
Who keeps us with His hand
In golden peace wards off war’s woes
From our dear native land?

7 O Lord, of this and all our store
Thou art the Author blest;
Thou keepest watch before our door,
While we securely rest.

8 Thou feedest us from year to year,
And constant dost abide:
With ready help in time of fear,
Thou standest at our side.

9 With patience dost Thou ever chide,
And chasten'st sparingly;
Thou castest all our sins aside,
And drown'st them in the sea.

10 When silent woe our bosom rends,
Thy pity sees or grief,
And gives what to our glory tends
No less than our relief.

11 Thou knowest when a Christian weeps,
And why his tear-drops fall;
And in the book thy mercy keeps
These things are noted all.

12 Our deepest needs dost Thou supply,
Thou giv’st what lasts for aye,
Thou lead’st us to our home on high,
When hence we pass away.

13 Cheer up! my heart, rejoice and sing,
A cheerful trust maintain!
For God, the Source of everything,
Thy Portion will remain.

14 He is thy Treasure, He Thy Joy,
Thy Life, and Light and Lord,
Thy Counsellor when doubts annoy,
Thy Shield and great Reward.

15 In restless thought or blank despair,
Why spend each day and night?
On Him who made thee cast thy care;
He makes our burdens light.

16 Did not His love, and truth, and power
Watch o'er thy childhood's day?
Has He not oft in threatening hour,
Turned dreaded ills away?

17 His wisdom never plans in vain,
Ne'er falters or mistakes;
All that His counsels did ordain
A happy ending makes.

18 Upon thy mouth, then, lay thy hand,
And trust His guiding love;
Then firm as rock thy peace shall stand,
Here and in heaven above.