O what shall I do,
My Sav­ior to praise?
So faith­ful and true,
So plen­te­ous in grace!
So strong to de­liv­er,
So good to re­deem
The weak­est be­liev­er
That hangs upon Him.

How hap­py the man
Whose heart is set free,
The peo­ple that can
Be joy­ful in Thee!
Their joy is to walk in
The light of Thy face,
And still they are talk­ing
Of Je­sus’ grace.

Their dai­ly de­light
Shall be in Thy name;
They shall as their right
Thy right­eous­ness claim;
Thy right­eous­ness wear­ing,
And cleansed by Thy blood,
Bold shall they ap­pear in
The pre­sence of God.

For Thou art their boast,
Their glo­ry and pow­er;
And I also trust
To see the glad hour,
My soul’s new cre­ation,
A life from the dead,
The day of sal­va­tion,
That lifts up my head.

For Je­sus my Lord
Is now my de­fense;
I trust in His Word,
None plucks me from thence;
Since I have found fa­vor,
He all things will do;
My king and my Sav­ior
Shall make me anew.

Yes, Lord, I shall see
The bliss of Thine own,
Thy sec­ret to me
Shall soon be made known;
For sor­row and sad­ness
I joy shall re­ceive,
And share in the glad­ness
Of all that be­lieve.