Ye Humble Souls, Approach Your God

Ye hum­ble souls

ap­proach your God

With songs of sac­red praise

For He is good

im­mense­ly good

And kind are all His ways.

All na­ture owns His guard­ian care

In Him we live and move;

But nob­ler be­ne­fits de­clare

The won­ders of His love.

He gave His Son

His on­ly Son

To ran­som re­bel worms;

’Tis here He makes His good­ness known

In its di­vin­est forms.

To this dear re­fuge

Lord

we come;

’Tis here our hope re­lies;

A safe de­fense

a peace­ful home

When storms of trou­ble rise.

Thine eye be­holds

with kind re­gard

The souls who trust in Thee;

Their hum­ble hope Thou wilt re­ward

With bliss di­vine­ly free.

Great God

to Thy al­migh­ty love

What hon­ors shall we raise?

Not all the rap­tured songs ab­ove

Could ren­der eq­ual praise