Almighty King! Whose Wondrous Hand

Almighty King! whose wond­rous hand

Supports the weight of sea and land;

Whose grace is such a bound­less store

No heart shall break that sighs for more.

Thy pro­vi­dence sup­plies my food

And ’tis Thy bless­ing makes it good;

My soul is nour­ished by Thy word

Let soul and body praise the Lord.

My streams of out­ward com­fort came

From Him who built this earth­ly frame;

Whate’er I want His boun­ty gives

By whom my soul for ev­er lives.

Either His hand pre­serves from pain

Or

if I feel it

heals again;

From Sa­tan’s malice shields my breast

Or ov­er­rules it for the best.

Forgive the song that falls so low

Beneath the gra­ti­tude I owe!

It means Thy praise

how­ev­er poor

An an­gel’s song can do no more.