What shall I render to Thy name
       Or how Thy praises speak?
My thanks how shall I testify?
       O Lord, Thou know'st I'm weak.

I owe so much, so little can
       Return unto Thy name,
Confusion seizes on my soul,
       And I am filled with shame.

O Thou that hearest prayers, Lord,
       To Thee shall come all flesh
Thou hast me heard and answered,
       My plaints have had access.

What did I ask for but Thou gav'st?
       What could I more desire?
But thankfulness even all my days
       I humbly this require.

Thy mercies, Lord, have been so great
       In number numberless,
Impossible for to recount
       Or any way express.

O help Thy saints that sought Thy face
       T' return unto Thee praise
And walk before Thee as they ought,
       In strict and upright ways.