Lord, I will bless Thee all my days,
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;
My soul shall glory in Thy grace,
While saints rejoice to hear the song.

Come, magnify the Lord with me,
Come, let us all exalt His name;
I sought th’eternal God, and He
Has not exposed my hope to shame.

I told Him all my secret grief,
My secret groaning reached His ears;
He gave my inward pains relief,
And calmed the tumult of my fears.

To Him the poor lift up their eyes,
Their faces feel the heav’nly shine;
A beam of mercy from the skies
Fills them with light and joy divine.

His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men that serve the Lord;
O fear and love Him, all His saints,
Taste of His grace, and trust His Word.

The wild young lions, pinched with pain
And hunger roar through all the wood;
But none shall seek the Lord in vain,
Nor want supplies of real good.