O Render Thanks to God Above

O ren­der thanks to God ab­ove

The fount­ain of eter­nal love

Whose mer­cy firm through ag­es past

Hath stood

and shall for­ev­er last.

Who can His migh­ty deeds ex­press

Not on­ly vast

but num­ber­less?

What mor­tal elo­quence can raise

His trib­ute of im­mor­tal praise?

Extend to me that fa­vor

Lord

Thou to Thy chos­en dost af­ford;

When Thou re­turn’st to set them free

Let Thy sal­va­tion vis­it me.

O may I wor­thy prove to see

Thy saints in full pros­pe­ri­ty

That I the joy­ful choir may join

And count Thy peo­ple’s tri­umph mine!