From Age to Age Exalt His Name

From age to age ex­alt His name;

God and His grace are still the same;

He fills the hun­gry soul with food

And feeds the poor with ev­ery good.

But if their hearts re­bel and rise

Against the God that rules the skies

If they re­ject His heav’n­ly Word

And slight the coun­sels of the Lord;

He’ll bring their spir­its to the ground

And no de­liv­er­er shall be found;

Laden with grief

they waste their breath

In dark­ness and the shades of death.

Then to the Lord they raise their cries;

He makes the dawn­ing light arise

And scat­ters all that dis­mal shade

That hung so hea­vy round their head.

He cuts the bars of brass in two

And lets the smil­ing pri­son­ers thro’:

Takes off the load of guilt and grief

And gives the la­bor­ing soul re­lief.

O may the sons of men re­cord!

The won­drous good­ness of the Lord!

How great His works! how kind His ways!

Let ev­ery tongue pro­nounce His praise.