I will extol the Lord at all times; His praise will always be on my lips. Psalm 34:1
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
God’s care of the saints; or, deliverance by prayer.
Music: Brockham Jeremiah Clarke, Divine Companion, second edition, 1707 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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.