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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

To thee, O God, do we give thanks

To thee, O God, do we give thanks

Tune: DU GOTT BIST ÜBER ALLEN HERR
Published in 4 hymnals

Representative Text

1 To thee, O God, do we give thanks,
we do give thanks to thee;
Because thy wondrous works declare
thy great name near to be.

2 I purpose, when I shall receive
the congregation,
That I shall judgment uprightly
render to ev’ry one.

3 Dissolved is the land, with all
that in the same do dwell;
But I the pillars thereof do
bear up, and stablish well.

4 I to the foolish people said,
Do not deal foolishly;
And unto those that wicked are,
Lift not your horn on high.

5 Lift not your horn on high, nor speak
6 with stubborn neck. But know,
That not from east, nor west, nor south,
promotion doth flow.

7 But God is judge; he puts down one,
and sets another up.
8 For in the hand of God most high
of red wine is a cup:

’Tis full of mixture, he pours forth,
and makes the wicked all
Wring out the bitter dregs thereof;
yea, and they drink them shall.

9 But I for ever will declare,
I Jacob’s God will praise.
10 All horns of lewd men I’ll cut off;
but just men’s horns will raise.



Source: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P81

Text Information

First Line: To thee, O God, do we give thanks
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Copyright: Public Domain

Timeline

Instances

Instances (1 - 1 of 1)

The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #T132b

Include 3 pre-1979 instances
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