I shall praise you for your mighty deeds,
for what your hands have wrought.
And though you may have slain me so,
your praise, I still have sought.
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I shall sing to you when my sun has set,
when my darkest night is nigh.
And though my tears may not depart,
I’ll praise you whilst I cry.
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And my enemy, he seeketh to
undo this grateful heart.
But through trials you give me greater praise,
than when I first did start.
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With discipline you’ve lead a sheep,
who so often went astray.
Your rod and staff, they keepeth me,
so I’ll praise them all the day.
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And, O that Valley, though deep and dark,
becomes my Vale of praise
For Christ, he blazed this road of woes
and guides me in his ways!
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And if my soul shall ever lose
its praise amidst the night,
Sweet faith, small faith you giveth me
‘til faith shall be made sight.
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For who has known such love to praise?
Who has such a one to thank?
He who knew no sin was sin for me;
Praise God, Praise God with thanks!