Thee, Father, I praise

Verse 1
Thee, Father, I praise,
Almighty in grace,
Thro’ Jesus my Lord
Thy power be acknowledg’d, thy mercy ador’d!
In dangers and snares
Thou number’st my hairs,
Thy wings are outspread
My soul to defend, and to cover my head.

Verse 2
When destruction was nigh,
I was under thine eye,
When the ruin came down,
Unconscious of harm, and unhurt, I went on:
Without thy decree
No evil coud be,
And restrain’d by thy will
Death himself had no power, or commission to kill.

Verse 3
Reserv’d by the love
Of my Saviour above
Thy servant I am,
Thy kingdom to spread, and to hallow thy Name:
Thee, in Jesus, to know,
And publish below
Thy unspeakable grace,
Which abolishes death, and redeems our whole race.

Verse 4
For this at thy feet
Expecting I sit,
Till thy counsel Thou show,
And discover the work Thou woudst have me to do:
Whatsoever it be,
Let me do it to Thee,
And thy blessing receive,
And an heir of thy kingdom eternally live.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “Thanksgiving for an Escape of being crush’d to death, Nov. 8, 1782.” This hymn appears in the ca. 1786 manuscript “MS Miscellaneous Hymns.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/556, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 2). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 8 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 420.
Publishing: Public Domain