1 I'll sing the glory of the Lord,
His goodness I'll proclaim,
And tell how great his mercies are
To those that fear his name;
Up to the everlasting hills
I'll lift my waiting eyes,
And there, with early morning light,
My grateful prayer shall rise,
And there, with early morning light,
My grateful prayer shall rise.
2 I'll sing of Christ, the Holy One,
Who bore the cross for me;
His all-atoning sacrifice
My precious theme shall be.
High on his throne exalted now
He sits at God's right hand;
The only refuge of my soul,
The rock on which I stand,
The only refuge of my soul,
The rock on which I stand.
3 I'll sing the mercy of the Lord,
And praise him while I've breath;
I'll trust in him whose rod and staff
Will comfort me in death.
Dissolve, O earthly house of clay,
And let my spirit soar,
With all the ransomed hosts above,
To praise him evermore,
With all the ransomed hosts above,
To praise him evermore.