O LORD, I Will Praise Thee 1

I will praise Thee everyday

Now Thine anger's turned 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 frame!

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.