The Lord I Will at All Times Bless

The Lord I will at all times bless

My mouth His praises shall ex­press;

In Him shall all my boast­ing be

While all the meek re­joice with me.

O mag­ni­fy the Lord with me

Let us to praise His name agree;

I sought the Lord

He an­swered me

And from my fears he set me free.

We looked to Him and light re­ceived

Ashamed we shall not be;

Our hum­ble cry Je­ho­vah heard

From trou­ble set us free.

The an­gel of the Lord en­camps

Around about His own

Delivers them from all their foes

Lest they be ov­er­thrown.

O taste and see that God is good

To all that seek His face;

Yea

blest the man that trusts in Him

Confiding in His grace.

O fear the Lord

all ye His saints;

No want shall bring dis­tress;

The li­on’s young may pine for food

The saints all good pos­sess.