I’ll bless Je­ho­vah’s glo­ri­ous name,
Whose goodness Heav’n and earth pro­claim,
With every morning light;
And at the close of every day,
To Him my cheerful homage pay,
Who guards me through the night.

Then in His churches to appear,
To pay my humble worship there,
Shall be my sweet employ:
The day that saw my Sav­ior rise,
Shall dawn on my delighted eyes
With pure and holy joy.

With grateful sorrow in my breast,
I’ll celebrate the dying feast,
Of my departing Lord;
And while His perfect love I view,
His bright example I’ll pursue,
And meditate His Word.