Sing, my soul, his wondrous love, who, from yon
bright throne above, ever watchful o’er our race, still to us extends his
grace. Heaven and earth by him were made, all is by his scepter swayed; what
are we that he should show so much love to us below? God, the merciful and
good, bought us with the saviour’s blood, and, to make our safety sure, guides
us by his spirit pure. Sing, my soul, adore his name, let his glory be thy
theme; praise him will he calls thee home, trust his love for all to come.
(Anonymous, 1800)