1 Ye humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise,
For he is good, supremely 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 it diviner forms.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,
'Tis here our hope relies;
A safe defence, 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 reward,
With bliss divinely free.
6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,
What honours shall we raise?
Not all th'angelic songs above
Can render equal praise.
|First Line:||Ye humble souls, approach your God|
|Source:||Common Prayer Book|