1 All Thy works, O Heavenly Father,
What Thou biddest them, fulfill,
Shall not I, Thy child, much rather
Sing Thy praise and do Thy will?
Hitherto Thy hand hath led me,
And hath brought me on my way;
Thou hast clothed me, Thou hast fed me,
Thou hast blest me every day.

2 Lord, ‘tis of Thy loving kindness
That Thy gospel I have known;
Else I might have sat in blindness,
Bowing down to wood and stone.
To Thy font my parents brought me,
Ere Thy tender love I knew;
And Thy minister has taught me,
What to flee and what to do.

3 Since my time is like an arrow,
Hastening on without delay;
And Thy gate is straight and narrow,
Very narrow is the way.
Thou who gavest Thy Son to save me,
Send Thy Holy Spirit down;
Make me do as Thou wouldst have me,
Make me more and more Thine own!