My Savior, My Almighty Friend

My Sav­ior

my al­migh­ty friend

When I be­gin Thy praise

Where will the grow­ing num­bers end

The num­bers of Thy grace?

Thou art my ev­er­last­ing trust

Thy good­ness I adore;

And since I knew Thy grac­es first

I speak Thy glo­ries more.

My feet shall tra­vel all the length

Of the ce­les­ti­al road

And march with cour­age in Thy strength

To see my Fa­ther God.

When I am filled with sore dis­tress

For some sur­pris­ing sin

I’ll plead Thy per­fect righ­teous­ness

And men­tion none but Thine.

How will my lips re­joice to tell

The vic­to­ries of my king!

My soul

re­deemed from sin and hell

Shall Thy sal­va­tion bring.

My tongue shall all the day pro­claim

My Sav­ior and my God:

His death has brought my foes to shame

And drowned them in His blood.

Awake

awake

my tune­ful pow­ers;

With this de­light­ful song

I’ll en­ter­tain the dark­est hours

Nor think the sea­son long.