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 man whom providence reliev'd; The man 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.