We Praise Thee Lord If But One Soul


We praise thee, Lord! if but one soul,
While the past year prolonged its flight,
Turned shuddering from the pois’nous bowl
To health, and liberty, and light.

We praise thee, if one clouded home,
Where broken hearts despairing pined,
Beheld the sire and husband come
Erect and in his perfect mind.

Still give us grace, Almighty King,
Unwavering at our posts to stand;
Till grateful at thy shrine we bring
The tribute of a ransomed land.