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I

To praise is comely, O my soul,

To God this homage pay;

The bounty of His grace extol,

In grateful song alway; --

My God; to Thee my praise I bring,

For Thou hast taught my soul to sing.

II

O God, unerring wisdom, Thou,

Unfailing love is Thine;

Teach me to trust that wisdom now,

And on that love recline; --

My God, to Thee my praise I bring,

For Thou hast taught my soul to sing.

III

'Tis not by word Thy love is shown, --

A priceless Gift was given,

When Jesus left the Father's throne,

And stooped to earth from heaven; --

My God, to Thee my praise I bring,

For Thou hast taught my soul to sing.

IV

Thus shall my praise be comely, Lord,

And like Thy love divine,

When gift shall far surpass my word,

And life with praise combine; --

My God, to Thee my praise I bring,

For Thou hast taught my soul to sing.