(Isaiah, xii.1) <br /> <br />I will praise Thee every day <br />Now Thine anger's turn'd away; <br />Comfortable thoughts arise <br />From the bleeding sacrifice. <br /> <br />Here, in the fair gospel-field, <br />Wells of free salvation yield <br />Stream of life, a plenteous store, <br />And my soul shall thirst no more. <br /> <br />Jesus is become at length <br />My salvation and my strength; <br />And His praises shall prolong, <br />While I live, my pleasant song. <br /> <br />Praise ye, then, His glorious name, <br />Publish His exalted fame! <br />Still His worth your praise exceeds; <br />Excellent are all His deeds. <br /> <br />Raise again the joyful sound. <br />Let the nations roll it round! <br />Zion, shout! for this is He; <br />God the Saviour dwells in thee.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-lord-i-will-praise-thee/
