1 Ye humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise;
For he is good, immensely good,
And kind are all his ways.
2 All nature owns his guardian care;
In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his Son, his only Son,
To ransom rebel worms.
'Tis here he makes his goodness known
In its diviner forms.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord we come,
'Tis here our hope relies;
A save defense, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.
5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard
The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt regard,
With bliss divinely free.
6 Great God,to thy almighty love,
What honours shall we raise?
Not all the raptur'd songs above,
Can render equal praise.
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First Line: | Ye humble souls, approach your God |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Praise and Thanksgiving |