Let every heart and tongue

Proclaim the Saviour’s praise;

He is the source of all my joy,

His mercy crowns my days.

2 He knows my feeble frame;

Remembers I am dust;

And though he should my life destroy,

In him I’ll put my trust.

3 Each day he is my strength,

My hope, my life, my all;

And while upon his arm I lean,

I surely can not fall.

4 Then to my blesséd Lord,

Let grateful songs arise,

While angels bear the notes above

And sound them through the skies.