My song shall bless the LORD of all,

My praise shall climb to his abode;

Thee, Savior, by that name I call,

The great Supreme, the mighty GOD.

Without beginning, or decline,

Object of faith, and not of sense;

Eternal ages saw him shine,

He shines eternal ages hence.

As much, when in the manger laid,

Almighty ruler of the sky;

As when the six days’ works he made,

Filled all the morning–stars with joy.

Of all the crowns JEHOVAH bears,

Salvation is his dearest claim;

That gracious sound well–pleased he hears,

And owns EMMANUEL for his name.

A cheerful confidence I feel,

My well–placed hopes with joy I see;

My bosom glows with heav’nly zeal

To worship him who died for me.

As man, he pities my complaint,

His pow’r and truth are all divine;

He will not fail, he cannot faint,

Salvation’s sure, and must be mine.