Amid the Thronging Worshipers

Amid the throng­ing wor­ship­ers

Jehovah will I bless

Before my breth­ren

ga­thered there

His name I will con­fess.

Come

praise Him

ye that fear the Lord

Ye child­ren of His grace

With rev­er­ence sound His glo­ries forth

And bow be­fore His face.

The bur­den of the sor­row­ful

The Lord will not des­pise;

He has not turned from those that mourn

He heark­ens to their cries.

His good­ness makes me join the throng

Where saints His praise pro­claim

And there will I ful­fill my vows

’Mid those who fear His name.

He feeds with good the hum­ble soul

And sa­tis­fies the meek

And they shall live and praise the Lord

Who for His mer­cy seek.

The ends of all the earth take thought

The na­tions seek the Lord;

They wor­ship Him

the King of kings

In earth and Heav’n ad­ored.