I will bless the Lord at all times: His praise shall continually be in my mouth. Psalm 34:1
I’ll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all His ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come, help my lips to praise.
Sing to the honor of His name,
How a poor sufferer cried,
Nor was his hope exposed to shame,
Nor was his suit denied.
When threatening sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose,
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes;
I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenced all my fears.
O sinners, come and taste His love,
Come, learn His pleasant ways;
And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of His grace.
He bids His angels pitch their tents
Round where His children dwell;
What ills their heav’nly care prevents
No earthly tongue can tell.
O love the Lord, ye saints of His;
His eye regards the just:
How richly blest their portion is
Who make the Lord their trust!
Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar
And famish in the wood;
But God supplies His holy poor
With every needful good.