Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast -- but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou return'st to set them free.
Let thy salvation visit me.