O sing my soul, your Maker’s praise
In
grateful hymns ascending;
Whose
steadfast love has crowned your days
With
heav’nly gifts unending,
I
sought the Lord, He heard my cry;
His
holy angels hover nigh
The
tents of those who love Him.
2
The
Lord is good to those who seek
His
face in time of sorrow,
Providing
comfort to the weak
And
grace for each tomorrow.
Though
grief may tarry for a night,
The
morn shall break in joy and light
With
blessings from His presence.
3
The
Lord will return His face in peace
When
troubled souls draw near Him;
His
loving kindness shall not cease
To
those who trust and fear Him.
Our
God will not forsake His own;
Eternal
is His heav’nly throne;
His
kingdom stands forever.