1 I praise Thee, O my God and Father,
For all I am and all I have,
The blessings that we daily gather,
E'en from our cradle to our grave;
For Thy rich grace hath scattered here
Whate'er we need to help and cheer.
2 I praise Thee, Savior, whose compassion
Hath brought Thee down to succor me;
Thy pitying heart sought my salvation,
Though keenest woes were heaped on Thee,
Wrought me from bondage full release,
Made me Thine own and gave me peace.
3 Thee, too, I praise, O Holy Spirit,
By whose deep teachings I am made
A heavenly kingdom to inherit,
Who art my comforter, my aid;
Whate'er of good by me is done
Is of Thy grace and light alone.
4 And as my life is onward gliding,
With each fresh scene anew I mark
How Thou art holding me and guiding,
Where all seems troubled, strange, and dark;
When cares oppress and hopes depart,
Thy light hath never failed my heart.
5 Shall I not then be filled with gladness,
Shall I not praise Thee evermore?
And triumph o'er all fears and sadness,
E'en when my cup of woe runs o'er?
Though heaven and earth may pass away,
I know Thy word stands fast for aye.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #10