O praise the Lord of Heav’n,
Whose mer­cy ne­ver fails;
Six trou­bles come, and al­so sev­en,
But still His grace pre­vails.

The year that’s al­most past
His good­ness did pro­claim;
His love doth now and al­ways last,
Give glo­ry to His name.

How won­drous are His ways
Which He to us makes known!
We join to sing our mak­er’s praise;
And wor­ship Him alone.

When we the year be­gun
We raised our cheer­ful songs;
And sure­ly when its course is run
To God our praise be­longs.

His mer­cies still are new,
Let us ex­tol His love
May we this bless­èd theme pur­sue
Till we shall meet above.