1 Great God! our joyful thanks to thee
Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:
In constant streams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor interruption knows.
2 From thee our comforts all arise,
Our num'rous wants thy hand supplies;
Nor can we ever, Lord, be poor,
Who live on thy exhaustless store.
3 Deep, Lord, upon our thankful breast
Let all thy favors be imp rest;
That we may never more forget
The whole or any single debt.
4 May we with grateful hearts each day
For all thy gifts our praises pay;
And still delighted may we be,
In all things to give thanks to thee.
|First Line:||Great God! our joyful thanks to thee|
|Topic:||Duties of Piety|