1 With my whole heart, my God and King,

thy praise I will proclaim;

Before the gods with joy I'll sing,

and bless thy holy name

2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat;

and, with thy love inspired,

The praises of thy truth repeat,

o'er all thy works admired.

3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear,

when I to thee did cry;

And, when my soul was pressed with fear,

didst inward strength supply.

4 Therefore shall ev'ry earthly prince

thy name with praise pursue,

Whom these admired events convince

that all thy works are true.

5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,

with cheerful songs shall bless;

And all thy glorious acts record,

thy awful pow'r confess.

6 For God, although enthroned on high,

does thence the poor respect;

The proud far off his scornful eye

beholds with just neglect.

7 Tho' I with troubles am oppressed,

he shall my foes disarm;

Relieve my soul when most distressed,

and keep me safe from harm.

8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,

shall fix my happy state;

And, mindful of his favors past,

shall his own work complete.