O praise our great and gra­cious Lord,
And call up­on His name;
To strains of joy tune ev­ery chord,
His migh­ty acts pro­claim;
Tell how He led His chos­en race
To Canaan’s pr­omised land;
Tell how His co­ve­nant of grace
Unchanged shall ev­er stand.

He gave the sha­dow­ing cloud by day,
The mov­ing fire by night;
To guide His Is­ra­el on their way,
He made their dark­ness light;
And have we not a sure re­treat,
A Sav­ior ev­er nigh,
The same clear light to guide our feet,
The day­spring from on high?

We, too, have ma­nna from ab­ove,
The bread that came from Heav’n;
To us the same kind hand of love
Hath liv­ing wa­ters giv’n;
A rock have we, from whence the spring
In rich abun­dance flows;
The rock is Christ, our priest, our king,
Who life and health be­stows.

O may we praise this bless­èd food,
And trust our heav­en­ly guide;
So shall we find death’s fear­ful flood
Serene as Jor­dan’s tide,
And safe­ly reach that ha­ppy shore,
The land of peace and rest,
Where an­gels wor­ship and ad­ore
In God’s own pre­sence blest.