1 We praise thee, Lord! if but one soul,
While the past year prolonged its flight,
Turned shuddering from the pois'nous bowl
To health, and liberty, and light.
2 We praise thee, if one clouded home,
Where broken hearts despairing pined,
Beheld the sire and husband come
Erect and in his perfect mind.
3 Still give us grace, Almighty King,
Unwavering at our posts to stand;
Till grateful at thy shrine we bring
The tribute of a ransomed land.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #978