Verse 1
The Lord whose saving Love I feel
Shall be my endless Song,
His Mercies in my Heart shall dwell,
His Praises on my Tongue.
My Soul of Him shall make her Boast,
The poor shall hear and see
My Triumph, and in Jesus trust,
And bless their GOD like me.

Verse 2
Ye humble Followers of my Lord,
With me exalt his Praise,
Join all Mankind with sweet accord
To glorify his Grace.
I sought Him, and He kindly heard
The Sinner in Distress,
And ransom’d me from all I fear’d,
And bad me go in Peace.

Verse 3
To Jesus mighty to redeem
Others like me have fled,
Nor blush’d at having hop’d in Him,
But found his present aid.
The Poor to my Redeemer cried,
Nor ask’d his Help in vain,
By Jesus freely justified,
And sav’d from all his Pain.

Verse 4
The Men that humbly fear their Lord
Angelic Hosts attend,
And Ministerial Spirits guard
And keep them to the End.
O taste, ye Christless Souls, and see
The Lord how good and kind!
Good in Himself, and good to me,
To you, to all Mankind!

Verse 5
Blest is the Man, Supremely blest,
Who dares in GOD confide,
His every Grief is charm’d to rest,
His every want supplied.
Ye Saints and Servants of the Lord,
With lowly filial Fear,
Adore Him by all Heaven ador’d,
And feel Him ever near.

Verse 6
Near to relieve them at their Need,
Their utmost Wish to grant,
The meek He doth with Mercy feed,
But lets the Violent want.
Poor ravenous Souls, they cannot gain
The Husks for which they pine,
While every Good the Just obtain
In perfect Love Divine.

Verse 7
Ye Men of Childlike Hearts draw near,
And ye my GOD shall know;
Divinely taught, I teach his Fear,
His pure Religion shew.
Thou that desir’st the Life of Grace
To All in Jesus given,
And fain woud’st see a Length of Days
Th’ Eternal Days of Heaven;

Verse 8
Thine undissembling Lips refrain
From every idle Word,
Evil eschew, do Good, and gain
The Tempers of thy Lord.
Seek th’ unutterable Peace,
The Perfect Love ensue,
Then all thy Sins and Sorrows cease,
And Thou art form’d anew.

Verse 9
The Lord regards with watchfull Eyes
His poor afflicted Saints,
His Ear is open to their Cries,
And bows to their Complaints.
The Lord abhors the faithless Race,
Who daringly rebel,
Against them sets his Angry Face,
And frowns them into Hell.

Verse 10
But when the Poor his Help implore,
The Lord in Mercy hears,
And saves them by his gracious Power
From all their Griefs and Fears.
From those who groan their Sins to feel
He never can depart,
His Power is present still to heal
The Sore and broken Heart.

Verse 11
The Righteous Man on every Side
Is troubled and distrest,
His Faith is in the Furnace tried,
And bears the Fiery Test.
The Lord on whom He casts his Care
Redeems his Soul from Thrall,
Preserves his Life, his every Hair,
And counts, and keeps them all.

Verse 12
But Sinners shall consume away,
And sink beneath their load,
Their Troubles shall the Wicked slay,
Who hate the Sons of GOD.
They perish; while from Sin and Hell
He doth His own redeem,
And not a Soul shall ever fail,
That dares rely on Him.