1 My grateful soul shall bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light;
And private counsel still afford
In sorrow's dismal night.
2 Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,
Waked by His powerful voice.
3 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
My soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let Thy Holy One in death
The least corruption see.
4 Thou shalt the paths of life display
Which to Thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871