A Psalm of Praise, for Mercies Received

Great God accept my feeble song, My weak attempts to praise: Do thou assist my faultering tongue, To sing thy sovereign grace.

In childhood, youth, and riper years, Thou hast my guardian prov'd; In danger, calm'd my restless fears, In trouble, doubts remov'd.

When sorrow, pain, despair or grief, Hath overwhelm'd my soul; Thy word hath yielded sweet relief, While thou hast made me whole.

Thy goodness hath my wants supply'd, And fed me day by day, Thy wisdom, Lord, hath been my guide, And pointed out my way.

In thee my soul at anchor rides, Through life's tempestuous sea; For whom have I in heav'n besides, Or in this world but thee.