Look Back, My Soul, with Grateful Love

Look back

my soul

with grate­ful love

On what thy God has done;

Praise Him for His un­num­bered gifts

And praise Him for His Son.

How oft has His in­dul­gent hand

My flow­ing eye­lids dried

And res­cued from im­pend­ing death

When I in dan­ger cried!

When on the bed of pain I lay

With sick­ness sore op­pressed

How oft has He as­suaged my grief

And lulled my eyes to rest!

Back from de­struct­ion’s yawn­ing pit

At His com­mand I came;

He fed th’ex­pir­ing lamp anew

And raised its fee­ble flame.

My brok­en spir­it He has cheered

When torn with in­ward grief;

And

when temp­ta­tions pressed me sore

Has brought me swift re­lief.

My soul from ev­er­last­ing death

Is by His mer­cy brought

To tell in Zi­on’s sac­red gates

The won­ders He has wrought.

Still will I walk be­fore His face

While He this life pro­longs;

Till grace shall all its work com­plete

And teach me heav’n­ly songs.