424 Nightingale
Yes, I will bless Thee, O my God, Thro' all my fleeting days, And to eternity prolong Thy vast, Thy boundless praise. Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God; My life with all its active pow'rs Shall spread Thy praise abroad. For Thou didst freely give Thy son, To suffer, bleed, and die, And bid Him as a wretch undone, For all on Him rely. |