Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore: A spring, whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore. Sun, moon and stars Thy love attest, In every cheerful ray: Love draws the curtains of the night, And love restores the day. Thy bounty every season crowns, With all the bliss it yields; With joyful clusters bend the vines, With harvests wave the fields. But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord, Are in the Gospel seen; There, like the sun, Thy mercy shines, Without a cloud between. Thy Son, Thy noblest, choicest gift, Was from Thy bosom sent To bear from off a sinking world Its load of punishment. Ours is the life, the glory ours, And His the death and shame; Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy, Are published in His Name.