Through all the changing scenes of life, in trouble and in joy,
	The praises of my god shall still my heart and tongue employ.
Of his deliv'rance I will boast, till all that are distress'd
	From my example courage take and soothe their griefs to rest.
O join me praising Yahweh now, with me exalt his name;
	When in distress to him I call'd, he to my rescue came.
Their drooping hearts were soon refresh'd, who look'd to him for aid;
	Desir'd success in every face, a cheerful air display'd.
Behold, they say, behold the soul whom providence reliev'd;
	The soul so dang'rously beset, so wondrously retriev'd!
The hosts of God encamp around the dwellings of the just;
	Deliv'rance he affords to all who on his succor trust.
O make but trial of his love; experience will decide
	How blest are they, and only they, who in his truth confide.
Fear him, ye saints, and you will then have nothing else to fear;
	Make you his service your delight; your needs shall be his care.
While hungry lions lack their prey, our god will food provide
	For such as put their trust in him, and see their needs supplied.