1 Now shall our hearts with pleasure raise
To our dear Lord a song of praise;
We'll sing his love, his goodness tell,
Our Saviour hath done all things well.

2 With pitying eyes he view'd our case,
And came to save our ruin'd race;
He conquer'd sin, and death, and hell;
Our Jesus hath done all things well.

3 He undertook to bear our load,
And bring us back again to God;
To fit us with himself to dwell;
Christ Jesus hath done all things well.

4 He will accomplish his design,
And all things in himself combine,
No more shall ever they rebel;
Our Jesus will do all things well.

5 His work how great! his plan how vast!
But when it all appears at last,
it will our highest praise excel,
For Jesus will do all things well.

6 When the creation is restor'd,
And God shall be by all ador'd,
How loudly will the triumph swell;
Our Jesus hath done all things well!

7 Sin, death, and hell, will Christ destroy,
And fill the universe with joy;
His love shall then each voice compel
To cry, "He hath done all things well."

8 All creatures then as one shall join,
To shout aloud his praise divine!
(As sacred prophecies foretel)
And say, "he hath done all things well."