William Cowper

O Lord, I Will Praise Thee

(Isaiah, XII.1)
 
I will praise Thee every day
Now Thine anger’s turn’d away;
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
 
Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Stream of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
 
Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
 
Praise ye, then, His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame!
Still His worth your praise exceeds;
Excellent are all His deeds.
 
Raise again the joyful sound.
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout! for this is He;
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
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