I thank Thee, Lord, that in Thy blood,
My guilt is washed away;
I thank Thee that mine eyes be­hold
A bright and glo­ri­ous day;
I thank Thee, Lord, for faith to see
A world of end­less joy in Thee.

I thank Thee for a throne of grace
Where Thou dost bend Thine ear,
And I may breathe my soul’s re­quest
When on­ly Thou canst hear,
And hold com­mun­ion sweet with Thee,
When but Thine eye be­hold­eth me.

I thank Thee for the hope of life
That looks be­yond the tomb;
I thank Thee for the light that shines
To cheer me thro’ its gloom;
And Lord, for all Thy gifts to me,
My loud­est praise I give to Thee.