Let Your salvation, O God, set me up on high. I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify Him with thanksgiving. Psalm 69:29–30
Father, I sing Thy wondrous grace,
I bless my Savior’s name;
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner’s shame.
His deep distress has raised us high;
His duty and His zeal
Fulfilled the law which mortals broke,
And finished all Thy will.
His dying groans, His living songs,
Shall better please my God
Than harp or trumpet’s solemn sound,
Than goats’ or bullocks’ blood.
This shall His humble followers see,
And set their hearts at rest;
They by His death draw near to Thee,
And live forever blest.
Let Heav’n and all that dwell on high
To God their voices raise,
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t’advance the praise.
Sion is Thine, most holy God,
Thy Son shall bless her gates;
And glory purchased by His blood
For Thy own Israel waits.