Great God, indulge my humble claim,

Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest:

The glories that compose thy name

Stand all engaged to make me blessed.

Thou great and good, thou just and wise,

Thou art my Father and my God;

And I am thine, by sacred ties,

Thy son, thy servant bought with blood.

With fainting heart, and lifted hands,

For thee I long, to thee I look,

As travellers in thirsty lands

Pant for the cooling water-brook.

Should I from thee, my God, remove,

Life could no lasting bliss afford;

My joy, the sense of pardoning love,

My guard, the presence of my Lord.

I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise;

This work shall make my heart rejoice,

And fill the circle of my days.