I’ll Bless the Lord from Day to Day

I’ll bless the Lord from day to day;

How good are all His ways!

Ye hum­ble souls that use to pray

Come

help my lips to praise.

Sing to the hon­or of His name

How a poor suf­fer­er cried

Nor was his hope ex­posed to shame

Nor was his suit de­nied.

When threat­en­ing sor­rows round me stood

And end­less fears arose

Like the loud bil­lows of a flood

Redoubling all my woes;

I told the Lord my sore dis­tress

With hea­vy groans and tears;

He gave my sharp­est tor­ments ease

And si­lenced all my fears.

O sin­ners

come and taste His love

Come

learn His plea­sant ways;

And let your own ex­pe­ri­ence prove

The sweet­ness of His grace.

He bids His an­gels pitch their tents

Round where His child­ren dwell;

What ills their heav’n­ly care pre­vents

No earth­ly tongue can tell.

O love the Lord

ye saints of His;

His eye re­gards the just:

How rich­ly blest their por­tion is

Who make the Lord their trust!

Young li­ons

pinched with hun­ger

roar

And fam­ish in the wood;

But God sup­plies His ho­ly poor

With ev­ery need­ful good.