What shall I render to my God
for all his kindness shown?
my feet shall visit thine abode,
my songs address thy throne
What shall I render to my God
for all his kindness shown?
my feet shall visit thine abode,
my songs address thy throne
I love the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I’ll hasten to his throne.
What shall I render to the Lord
For all His benefits toward me?
I will take up the cup of salvation,
And call upon the name of the Lord
The dead no more can speak thy praise,
They dwell in silence and the grave;
But we shall live to sing thy grace,
And tell the world thy power to save.
Our God is in heaven;
He does whatever He pleases. Their idols are silver and gold,
The work of men’s hands.
When Israel, freed from Pharaoh’s hand
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their king, and Judah was His throne
Who turned the rock into a pool of water,
The flint into a fountain of waters.
Ye that delight to serve the Lord,
The honors of His name record,
His sacred name for ever bless;
Praise, O servants of the Lord,
Praise the name of the Lord!
That man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law:
Unto the upright there arises light in the darkness;
He is gracious, and full of compassion, and righteous
They that would grow divinely wise
Must with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies
In hating every sin.