Blessed be the Lord who daily loadeth us with grace,
His benefits like rivers from His throne forever flow;
A store of endless mercy shines upon our pilgrim race,
And crowns each dawn with favor that His children all may know.

Majestic hope arises with the morning’s golden ray,
Its radiant beams of glory chase all shadows far away;
The promise of His victory fills our hearts with joyful play,
For joint heirs of His kingdom shall with Christ forever stay.

Victorious royal forces, clad in garments pure and bright,
March forth with banners waving ‘neath the King’s unyielding hand;
The hosts of hell shall tremble at the splendor of His might,
For sons and daughters crowned with life in triumph firmly stand.

O King of Kings and Lord of Lords, enthroned in regal state,
Thy scepter rules creation with a power none can stay;
We joint heirs of Thy promise find our everlasting fate,
To reign with Thee in glory where no darkness mars the day.

From everlasting ages, Thy benevolence hath poured,
Unfailing streams of goodness on the objects of Thy love;
Each blessing multiplies to magnify our living Lord,
Who lifts us to His bosom in His paradise above.