My Song Shall Bless the Lord of All

My song shall bless the Lord of all

My praise shall climb to His ab­ode;

Thee

Sav­ior

by that name I call

The great Su­preme

the migh­ty God.

Without be­gin­ning

or de­cline

Object of faith

and not of sense;

Eternal ag­es saw Him shine

He shines eter­nal ag­es hence.

As much

when in the man­ger laid

Almighty Rul­er of the sky;

As when the six days’ works He made

Filled all the morn­ing-stars with joy.

Of all the crowns Je­ho­vah bears

Salvation is His dear­est claim;

That gra­cious sound well-pleased He hears

And owns Em­ma­nu­el for His name.

A cheer­ful con­fi­dence I feel

My well-placed hopes with joy I see;

My bosom glows with heav’n­ly zeal

To wor­ship Him who died for me.

As man

He pi­ties my com­plaint

His pow­er and truth are all di­vine;

He will not fail

He can­not faint

Salvation’s sure

and must be mine.