1 Amid the thronging worshipers
the Lord our God I bless;
Before he people, gathered here
His Name will I confess.
Come, praise Him, all that fear the Lord,
the children of His grace;
With reverence sound His glories forth
And bow before His face.
2 The burden of the sorrowful
The Lord will not despise;
He has not turned from those that mourn,
He hearkens to their cries.
His goodness makes me join the throng
Where saints His praise proclaim,
And there will I fulfill my vows
with those who fear His Name.
3 He feeds with good the humble soul
And satisfies the meek,
And they shall live and praise the Lord
Who for His mercy seek.
The ends of all the earth will hear,
The nations seek the Lord;
They worship Him, the King of kings,
In earth and heaven adored.