1 I’ll bless Jehovah’s glorious name,
Whose goodness Heav’n and earth proclaim,
With every morning light;
And at the close of every day,
To Him my cheerful homage pay,
Who guards me through the night.
2 Then in His churches to appear,
To pay my humble worship there,
Shall be my sweet employ:
The day that saw my Savior rise,
Shall dawn on my delighted eyes
With pure and holy joy.
3 With grateful sorrow in my breast,
I’ll celebrate the dying feast,
Of my departing Lord;
And while His perfect love I view,
His bright example I’ll pursue,
And meditate His Word.