He hears His saints, He knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways
Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.
He hears His saints, He knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways
Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.
I’ll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.
Mercy and judgment are my song;
And since they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I bring
Ye nations round the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign king:
Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues His glory sing
Let all the earth proclaim your love
in all its different tongues,
and praise your name below, above,
in melody and songs.
The seeds of joy and glory sown
For saints in darkness here,
Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown,
And a rich harvest bear
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.
Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s name,
And in His strength rejoice
But God will ne’er cast off his saints,
Nor his own promise break
He pardons his inheritance
For their Redeemer’s sake.
Forever shall thy throne endure,
Thy promise stands forever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
and bless his works, and bless his word;
thy works of grace, how bright they shine,
how deep thy counsels, how divine!