Sing, My Soul, to God Who Made Thee

Sing

my soul

to God who made thee

Raise to Heav’n thy grate­ful voice;

All His crea­tures

sing­ing

bid thee

In His good­ness now re­joice.

Pure and ho­ly love un­bound­ed

Fills His ten­der heart and kind;

All who tru­ly serve Him find

Rest

by God’s strong arm sur­round­ed.

Heav’n and earth may not en­dure

But God’s love is ev­er sure.

E’en the Son He loved so dear­ly

Died that we through Him might live

Was e’er love like His

who mere­ly

Lived His life in love to give?

Holy Spir­it

teach and guide me

Fill my heart with lov­ing faith;

Faith can break the pow­er of death

Naught I fear with Thee be­side me.

When I sleep His care sur­rounds me

With new strength and youth im­bues;

His un­bound­ed grace con­founds me

Each new morn His love re­news.

In sore tri­al and temp­ta­tion

He

my Sav­ior

still is near

Bids me

Child do thou not fear

Thou shalt yet see My sal­va­tion.