Sung during the Sunday worship at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London (Spurgeon’s).
Hymn 71 version 1 (based on Psalm 71) from our hymn book, Psalms & Hymns of Reformed Worship.
MY Saviour and almighty Friend,
When I begin to praise,
It seems Thy mercies have no end!
I’m overwhelmed by grace.
Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore;
And since I knew Thy kindness first,
I speak Thy praises more.
Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated year by year;
I view the days that yet remain,
And trust them to Thy care.
I’ll sound Thy praises all the length
Of this my pilgrim road,
And speak with boldness in Thy strength
Of my Redeemer God.
Cast me not off when strength declines,
And life’s last trials arise;
But round me make Thy glory shine
Till this Thy servant dies.
Awake, my soul, thy fervent powers,
To such a glorious song,
Which floods with joy the darkest hours,
And moves thee all day long.
Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Tune: St Fulbert
Composer: Henry John Gauntlett (1805-76)