Ye hum­ble souls, ap­proach your God
With songs of sac­red praise,
For He is good, im­mense­ly good,
And kind are all His ways.

All na­ture owns His guard­ian care,
In Him we live and move;
But nob­ler be­ne­fits de­clare
The won­ders of His love.

He gave His Son, His on­ly Son,
To ran­som re­bel worms;
’Tis here He makes His good­ness known
In its di­vin­est forms.

To this dear re­fuge, Lord, we come;
’Tis here our hope re­lies;
A safe de­fense, a peace­ful home,
When storms of trou­ble rise.

Thine eye be­holds, with kind re­gard,
The souls who trust in Thee;
Their hum­ble hope Thou wilt re­ward,
With bliss di­vine­ly free.

Great God, to Thy al­migh­ty love,
What hon­ors shall we raise?
Not all the rap­tured songs ab­ove
Could ren­der eq­ual praise