With All My Powers of Heart and Tongue

With all my pow­ers of heart and tongue

I’ll praise my mak­er in my song;

Angels shall hear the notes I raise

Approve the song

and join the praise.

Angels that make Thy church their care

Shall wit­ness my de­vo­tions there

While ho­ly zeal di­rects my eyes

To Thy fair tem­ple in the skies.

I’ll sing Thy truth and mer­cy

Lord

I’ll sing the won­ders of Thy Word;

Not all Thy works and names be­low

So much Thy pow­er and mer­cy show.

To God I cried when trou­bles rose;

He heard me

and sub­dued my foes;

He did my ris­ing fears con­trol

And strength dif­fused through all my soul.

The God of Heav’n main­tains His state

Frowns on the proud

and scorns the great;

But from His throne des­cends to see

The sons of hum­ble po­ver­ty.

Amidst a thou­sand snares I stand

Upheld and guard­ed by Thy hand

Thy words my faint­ing soul revive

And keep my dy­ing faith alive.

Grace will com­plete what grace be­gins

To save from sor­rows or from sins;

The work that wis­dom un­der­takes

Eternal mer­cy ne’er for­sakes.