O what shall I do,
My Sav­ior to praise?
So faithful and true,
So plenteous in grace!
So strong to deliver,
So good to redeem
The weakest believer
That hangs upon Him.

How happy the man
Whose heart is set free,
The people that can
Be joyful in Thee!
Their joy is to walk in
The light of Thy face,
And still they are talking
Of Je­sus’ grace.

Their daily delight
Shall be in Thy name;
They shall as their right
Thy right­eous­ness claim;
Thy right­eous­ness wearing,
And cleansed by Thy blood,
Bold shall they appear in
The presence of God.

For Thou art their boast,
Their glo­ry and power;
And I also trust
To see the glad hour,
My soul’s new creation,
A life from the dead,
The day of sal­va­tion,
That lifts up my head.

For Je­sus my Lord
Is now my defense;
I trust in His Word,
None plucks me from thence;
Since I have found favor,
He all things will do;
My King and my Sav­ior
Shall make me anew.

Yes, Lord, I shall see
The bliss of Thine own,
Thy secret to me
Shall soon be made known;
For sorrow and sadness
I joy shall receive,
And share in the gladness
Of all that be­lieve.