My helper, God! I bless His name,
The same His power, His grace the same,
The tokens of His friendly care
Open, and crown, and close the year.
I ’midst ten thousand dangers stand,
Supported by His guardian hand;
And see, when I survey my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
Thus far His arm has led me on;
Thus far I make His mercy known;
And, while I tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.
My grateful soul, on Jordan’s shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more,
Then bear, in His bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.