My Father, my almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end?
The numbers of thy grace.
I trust in thy eternal Word;
Thy goodness I adore:
O! give me grace through Christ, my Lord,
That I may serve thee more.
My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;
And tread, with courage, in thy strength,
The narrow way to God.
Awake! awake! my tuneful pow'rs,
With this delightful song;
And entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.