|COME, humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise,
For He is good, immensely good,
And kind are all His ways.
|2||All nature owns His guardian care,
In Him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of His love.
|3||He gave His Son, His only Son,
To ransom rebel worms;
’Tis here He makes His goodness known
In its diviner forms.
|4||To this dear refuge, Lord, we come;
’Tis here our hope relies:
A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.
|5||Thine eye beholds with kind regard
The souls that trust in Thee;
Their humble hope Thou wilt reward
With bliss divinely free.
|6||Great God, to Thine almighty love,
What honours shall we raise?
Not all the raptured songs above
Can render equal praise.
|Anne Steele, 1717-78|