At All Times Praise the Lord

At all times praise the Lord;

His pro­mis­es are sure;

What if thou doubt? His stead­fast Word

Unchanging shall en­dure.

Praise Him when skies are bright

And glad­ness fills thy days;

Heav’n shames thee with its glo­ri­ous light

And calls thee to His praise.

Praise Him when clouds are dark;

True faith waits not to prove;

Tho’ hope no bright’n­ing gleam may mark

His mean­ing still is love.

Praise Him when drear and lone

The sha­dows ’round thee fall

No eye up­on Thy sins but One—

Fear not

He par­dons all.

Praise Him when home is sweet

As tho’ we ne’er should part;

But pray—while kin­dred spir­its meet—

Pray for a thought­ful heart.

Praise Him when far away

On mount­ain or on sea;

Each place is home to them who pray;

The Fa­ther guard­eth thee.

Praise Him when joy­ful songs

The saints on earth unite

In sac­red chor­us

with the throngs

Of an­gels in the height.

At all times praise the Lord;

His pro­mises are sure;

Fear not

doubt not; His stead­fast Word

Unchanging shall en­dure.