Give Thanks to God, He Reigns Above

Give thanks to God

He reigns ab­ove

Kind are His thoughts

His name is Love;

His mer­cy ag­es past have known

And ag­es long to come shall own.

Let the re­deem­èd of the Lord

The won­ders of His grace re­cord;

Israel

the na­tion whom He chose

And res­cued from their migh­ty foes.

When God’s al­migh­ty arm had broke

Their fet­ters and th’Egypt­ian yoke

They traced the de­sert

wan­der­ing round

A wild and so­li­ta­ry ground.

There they could find no lead­ing road

Nor ci­ty for a fixed ab­ode;

Nor food

nor fount­ain to as­suage

Their burn­ing thirst or hun­ger’s rage.

In their dis­tress

to God they cried;

God was their Sav­ior and their guide;

He led their march far wan­der­ing round—

’Twas the right path to Ca­naan’s ground.

Thus when our first re­lease we gain

From sin’s old yoke

and Sa­tan’s chain

We have this de­sert world to pass

A dan­ger­ous and a tire­some place.

He feeds and clothes us all the way

He guides our foot­steps lest we stray

He guards us with a pow­er­ful hand

And brings us to the heav’n­ly land.

O let the saints with joy re­cord

The truth and good­ness of the Lord!

How great His works! How kind His ways!

Let ev­ery tongue pro­nounce His praise.