Uploaded November 2017 | Updated September 2026, 5 days ago
Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
All praise to God Who reigns above,
The God of all creation,
The God of wonders, power and love,
The God of our salvation:
With healing balm my soul He fills,
The God Who every sorrow stills −
To God all praise and glory!
What God’s almighty power has made
His gracious mercy keepeth;
By morning glow or evening shade
His watchful eye ne’er sleepeth;
Within the kingdom of His might,
His wisdom governs all things right −
To God all praise and glory!
I cried to Him in time of need,
Lord God, O hear my calling!
For death He gave me life indeed
And kept my feet from falling.
For this my thanks shall endless be,
O thank Him, praise our God with me −
To God all praise and glory!
The Lord forsaketh not His flock,
His chosen generation;
He is our refuge and our rock,
Our peace and our salvation.
As with a mother’s tender hand,
He leads His own, His chosen band −
To God all praise and glory!
Then come before His presence now
And banish fear and sadness;
To your Redeemer pay your vow
And sing with joy and gladness:
Though great distress my soul befell,
The Lord, my God, did all things well −
To God all praise and glory!
Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
All praise to God Who reigns above,
The God of all creation,
The God of wonders, power and love,
The God of our salvation:
With healing balm my soul He fills,
The God Who every sorrow stills −
To God all praise and glory!
What God’s almighty power has made
His gracious mercy keepeth;
By morning glow or evening shade
His watchful eye ne’er sleepeth;
Within the kingdom of His might,
His wisdom governs all things right −
To God all praise and glory!
I cried to Him in time of need,
Lord God, O hear my calling!
For death He gave me life indeed
And kept my feet from falling.
For this my thanks shall endless be,
O thank Him, praise our God with me −
To God all praise and glory!
The Lord forsaketh not His flock,
His chosen generation;
He is our refuge and our rock,
Our peace and our salvation.
As with a mother’s tender hand,
He leads His own, His chosen band −
To God all praise and glory!
Then come before His presence now
And banish fear and sadness;
To your Redeemer pay your vow
And sing with joy and gladness:
Though great distress my soul befell,
The Lord, my God, did all things well −
To God all praise and glory!










