My soul would fain Thy praises sing,
And to Thy feet my homage bring,
My Saviour and my God:
For since the day Thou calledst me,
And by Thy grace my soul set free,
Thou’st done me nought but good.
Good, undeserved, I’ve got from thee;
Good, only good, by night and day;
Goodness with mercy mixed.
And while temptations fierce abound,
And snares beset me all around,
Thy grace my hearty has fixed.
The Cross has settled all for me,
The Cross of Christ on Calvary;
The Cross of God’s own Son.
There the vain world with all its pride
And I to it, were crucified;
And there my heart was won.
And since that day I’ve only known
How goodness doth Thy mercy crown,
And all my footsteps tend.
And the good work thou hast begun
Thou’lt perfect till my race is run,
And grace in glory end.
Why should I not Thy praises sing?
Why should I not my homage bring,
And bless thy holy name?
Help me, my Saviour, all my days
To live to Thy continual praise,
And spread abroad thy fame.
Anon