Lord, I Will Bless Thee All My Days

Lord

I will bless Thee all my days

Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;

My soul shall glo­ry in Thy grace

While saints re­joice to hear the song.

Come

mag­ni­fy the Lord with me

Come

let us all ex­alt His name;

I sought th’eter­nal God

and He

Has not ex­posed my hope to shame.

I told Him all my sec­ret grief

My sec­ret groan­ing reached His ears;

He gave my in­ward pains re­lief

And calmed the tu­mult of my fears.

To Him the poor lift up their eyes

Their faces feel the heav’n­ly shine;

A beam of mer­cy from the skies

Fills them with light and joy di­vine.

His ho­ly an­gels pitch their tents

Around the men that serve the Lord;

O fear and love Him

all His saints

Taste of His grace

and trust His Word.

The wild young li­ons

pinched with pain

And hun­ger roar through all the wood;

But none shall seek the Lord in vain

Nor want sup­plies of real good.