Through all the chang­ing scenes of life,
In trou­ble and in joy,
The prais­es of my God shall still
My heart and tongue em­ploy.

Of His de­liv­er­ance I will boast,
Till all that are dis­tressed
From my ex­am­ple cour­age take
And soothe their griefs to rest.

O mag­ni­fy the Lord with me,
With me ex­alt His name;
When in dis­tress to Him I called,
He to my res­cue came.

Their droop­ing hearts were soon re­freshed,
Who looked to Him for aid;
Desired suc­cess in ev­ery face,
A cheer­ful air dis­played.

Behold, they say, Be­hold the man
Whom pro­vi­dence re­lieved;
The man so dan­ger­ous­ly be­set,
So won­drous­ly re­trieved!

The hosts of God en­camp around
The dwell­ings of the just;
Deliverance He af­fords to all
Who on His suc­cor trust.

O make but tri­al of His love;
Experience will de­cide
How blest are they, and on­ly they,
Who in His truth con­fide.

Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have no­thing else to fear;
Make you His ser­vice your de­light;
Your wants shall be His care.

While hun­gry li­ons lack their prey,
The Lord will food pro­vide
For such as put their trust in Him,
And see their needs sup­plied.