I Will Praise Thee Every Day

I will praise Thee ev­ery day

Now Thine an­ger’s turned away!

Comfortable thoughts arise

From the bleed­ing sac­ri­fice.

Here in the fair Gos­pel field

Wells of free sal­va­tion yield

Streams of life

a plen­te­ous store

And my soul shall thirst no more.

Jesus is be­come at length

My sal­va­tion and my strength;

And His prais­es shall pro­long

While I live

my plea­sant song.

Praise ye

then

His glo­ri­ous name

Publish His ex­alt­ed fame!

Still His worth your praise ex­ceeds

Excellent are all His deeds.

Raise again the joy­ful sound

Let the na­tions roll it round!

Zion shout

for this is He

God the Sav­ior dwells in Thee.