Psalm 69 (Version 3, Part 3)

Father, I sing thy wondrous grace,

I bless my Saviour's Name,

He bought salvation for the poor,

And bore the sinner's shame.

His deep distress has rais'd us high,

His duty and his zeal

Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke,

And finish'd all thy will.

His dying groans, his living songs

Shall better please my God

Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound,

Than goats' or bullocks' blood.

This shall his humble followers see,

And set their hearts at rest;

They by his death draw near to thee,

And live for ever blest.

Let heaven, and all that dwell on high,

To God their voices raise,

While lands and seas assist the sky,

And join t' advance the praise.

Zion is thine, most holy God;

Thy Son shall bless her gates;

And glory purchas'd by his blood

For thine own Israel waits.