194 Oh, that I Had a Thousand Voices

1 Oh, that I had a thousand voices To praise my God with thousand tongues! My heart, which in the Lord rejoices, Would then proclaim in grateful songs To all, wherever I might be, What great things God has done for me. 2 Dear Father, endless praise I render For soul and body, nobly joined; I praise you, Guardian kind and tender, For all the daily joys I find So richly spread on ev'ry side And freely for my use supplied. 3 I praise you, Savior, whose compassion Has brought you down to ransom me. Your pitying heart sought my salvation; You bore the cross's shame for me, Brought me from bondage, full release, Made me your own, and gave me peace. 4 Glory and praise, still onward reaching, Be yours, O Spirit of all grace, Whose holy pow'r and faithful teaching Give me among your saints a place. Whatever good by me is done Is worked by grace divine alone. 5 Shall I not then be filled with gladness? Shall I not praise you evermore And triumph over fear and sadness Although my cup of woe runs o'er? Though heav'n and earth shall disappear, God's endless love is ever near.