Return, my soul, and sweetly rest,

On thy almighty Father’s breast;

The bounties of his grace adore,

And count his wondrous mercies o’er.

2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath,

And snatched my fainting soul from death;

Removed my sorrows, dried my tears,

And saved me from surrounding snares.

3 What shall I render to thee, Lord?

Or how his wondrous grace record?

To him my grateful voice I’ll raise,

With just thanksgiving to his praise.

4 O Zion! in thy sacred courts,

Where glory dwells, and joy resorts,

To notes divine I’ll tune the song,

And praise shall flow from every tongue.