Verse 1
All worship and praise
Are Jesus’s due,
So plenteous in grace
So faithful and true!
In great tribulation
His fulness I prove,
His strength of salvation,
His riches of love.

Verse 2
As sorrowful I,
Yet always rejoice,
My Lord is so nigh,
So charming his voice:
He whispers, and fills me
With comfort and peace,
And keeps, ’till he seals me
Eternally his.

Verse 3
Afflicted, and griev’d,
Forlorn, and distrest,
He kindly receiv’d,
And lull’d me to rest:
He will not forsake me,
My heavenly head,
But tarry, and make me
A widow indeed.

Verse 4
Betroth’d to the Son
Of God, I abide,
’Till Jesus come down
And challenge his bride,
To all his salvation
With triumph receive,
In full consummation
Of glory to live.