S.M.
1
Let hearts and tongues unite,
And loud thanksgivings raise;
’Tis duty, mingled with delight,
To sing the Saviour’s praise.
2
Now through another year,
Supported by His care;
We raise our Ebenezer here,
The Lord has helped thus far.
3
Our lot in future years
Unable to foresee,
He kindly, to prevent our fears,
Says, “Leave it all to Me.”
4
Yea, Lord, we wish to cast
Our cares upon Thy breast;
Help us to praise Thee for the past,
And trust Thee for the rest.
