Now, in a song of grateful praise,
To Christ my Lord my voice I’ll raise;
With all His saints I’ll join to tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
To Christ my Lord my voice I’ll raise;
With all His saints I’ll join to tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
All worlds His glorious power confess
His wisdom all His works express;
But O, His love what tongue can tell?
My Jesus has done all things well.
How sovereign, wonderful and free
Has been His love to sinful me!
He plucked me from the jaws of hell;
My Jesus has done all things well.
I spurned His grace, I broke His laws,
And yet He undertook my cause,
To save me, though I did rebel;
My Jesus has done all things well.
Though many a fiery, flaming dart
The tempter levels at my heart,
With this I all his rage repel;
My Jesus has done all things well.
And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.