What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak?
My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord,
Thou know'st I'm weak.
I owe so much, so little can Return unto Thy name,
Confusion seizes on my soul, And I am filled with shame.
O Thou that hearest prayers,
Lord, To Thee shall come all flesh Thou hast me heard and answered, My plaints have had access.
What did I ask for but Thou gav'st? What could I more desire?
But thankfulness even all my days I humbly this require.
Thy mercies,
Lord, have been so great In number numberless,
Impossible for to recount Or any way express.
O help Thy saints that sought Thy face T' return unto Thee praise And walk before Thee as they ought, In strict and upright ways.
