My soul! triumphant in the Lord,

Proclaim thy joys abroad,

And march with holy vigor on,

Supported by thy God.

2 Through every winding maze of life,

His hand has been my guide;

And in his long-experienced care,

My heart shall still confide.

3 His grace through all the desert flows,

An unexhausted stream;

That grace, on Zion’s sacred mount,

Shall be my endless theme.

4 Beyond the choicest joys of time,

Thy courts on earth I love;

But O! I burn with strong desire

To view thy house above.

5 There, joined with all the shining band,

My soul would thee adore;

A pillar in thy temple fixed,

To be removed no more.