2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the mem'ry find

A sweeter sound than thy blest name,

O Savior of mankind!

3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart!

Oh, joy of all the meek!

To those who fall, how kind thou art!

How good to those who seek.

4 And those who find thee, find a bliss

Nor tongue nor pen can show;