Praise.
KIng of Comforts! King of life!
Thou hast cheer'd me,
And when fears, and doubts were rife,
Thou hast cleer'd me!
Not a nook in all my Breast
But thou fill'st it,
Not a thought, that breaks my rest,
But thou kill'st it;
Wherefore with my utmost strength
I wil praise thee,
And as thou giv'st line, and length,
I wil raise thee;
Day, and night, not once a day
I will blesse thee,
And my soul in new array
I will dresse thee;
Not one minute in the year
But I'l mind thee,
As my seal, and bracelet here
I wil bind thee;
In thy word, as if in heaven
I wil rest me,
And thy promise 'til made even
There shall feast me.