Lord, I will bless thee all my days |
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Lord, I will bless thee all my days, Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue My soul shall glory in thy grace, While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2. Come, magnify the Lord with me,
3. I told him all my secret grief, | 4. To him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heav'nly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine.
5. His holy angels pitch their tents
6. The wild young lions, pinched with pain |