1 I will praise thee every day,
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 Here, in the fair gospel field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye then his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame!
Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.
5 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.