1 I'll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all his ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come help my lips to praise.

2 Sing to the honor of his name,
How a poor suff'rer cry'd,
Nor was his hope expos'd to shame,
Nor was his suit deny'd.

3 When threat'ning sorrows round me stood
And endless fears arose,
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes.

4 I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenc'd all my fears.

Pause.

5 [O sinners, come and taste his love,
Come learn his pleasant ways,
And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of his grace.

6 He bids his Angels pitch their tents,
Round where his children dwell,
What ills their heav'nly care prevents,
No earthly tongue can tell.]

7 [O love the Lord, ye saints of his;
His eye regards the just!
How richly blest their portion is,
Who make the Lord their trust!

8 Young lions, pinch'd with hunger roar,
And famish in the wood;
But God supplies his holy poor
With ev'ry needful good.]