1 God of eternal Love,
How fickle are our Ways!
And yet how oft did Isr'el prove
Thy constancy of Grace!

2 They saw thy Wonders wrought,
And then thy Praise they sung;
But soon thy Works of Pow'r forgot,
And murmur'd with their Tongue.

3 Now they believe his Word
While Rocks with Rivers flow;
Now with their Lusts provoke the Lord,
And he reduc'd them low.

4 Yet when they mourn'd their Faults,
He hearken'd to their Groans,
Brought his own Cov'nant to his Thoughts,
And call'd 'em still his Sons.

5 Their Names were in his Book,
He sav'd 'em from their Foes
Oft he chastis'd, but ne'er forsook
The People that he chose.

6 Let Isr'el bless the Lord,
Who lov'd their ancient Race:
And Christians join the solemn Word,
Amen, to all the Praise.