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!