Let hearts and tongues unite
And loud thanks­giv­ings raise;
’Tis du­ty, min­gled with de­light,
The Sav­ior’s name to praise.

To Him we owe our breath,
He took us from the womb,
Which else had shut us up in death,
And proved an ear­ly tomb.

When on the breast we hung
Our help was in the Lord;
’Twas He first taught our in­fant tongue
To form the lisp­ing word.

When in our blood we lay
He would not let us die,
Because His love had fixed a day
To bring sal­va­tion nigh.

In child­hood and in youth
His eye was on us still;
Though stran­gers to His love and truth,
And prone to cross His will.

And since His name we knew,
How gra­cious has He been!
What dan­gers has He led us through,
What mer­cies have we seen!

Now through an­oth­er year
Supported by His care;
We raise our Eb­en­ez­er here,
The Lord has help­ed thus far.

Our lot in fu­ture years
Unable to fore­see
He, kind­ly to pre­vent our fears,
Says, Leave it all to Me.

Yea, Lord, we wish to cast
Our cares up­on Thy breast!
Help us to praise Thee for the past,
And trust Thee for the rest.