PRAISE the Saviour, ye who know Him,
Who can tell how much we owe Him;
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.
Jesus is the pewee that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us,
When we trust in Him.
Trust in Him, ye saints, forever,
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.
Keep us, Lord, oh! keep as cleaving
To Thyself, sod still believing,
Till the time of our receiving
Promised joys in heaven.
Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be,
That which is not now nor could be,
Soon shall be our own.