Thank and praise Je­ho­vah’s name;
For His mer­cies, firm and sure,
From eter­ni­ty, the same
To eter­ni­ty, en­dure.

Let the ran­somed thus re­joice,
Gathered out of ev­ery land,
As the peo­ple of His choice,
Plucked from the de­stroy­er’s hand.

In the wil­der­ness as­tray,
Hither, thi­ther, while they roam,
Hungry, faint­ing by the way,
Far from re­fuge, shel­ter, home:

Then un­to the Lord they cry,
He in­clines a gra­cious ear,
Sends de­li­ver­ance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

To a plea­sant land He brings.
Where the vine and olive grow,
Where from flowery hills the springs
Through lux­ur­iant val­leys flow.

O that men would praise the Lord
For his good­ness to their race
For the won­ders of His word,
And the rich­es of His grace!