1 THE Lord whose saving love I feel Shall be my endless song, His mercies in my heart shall dwell, His praises on my tongue. My soul of Him shall make her boast; The poor shall hear and see My triumph, and in Jesus trust, And bless their God like me. 2 Ye humble followers of my Lord, With me exalt His praise, Join all mankind with sweet accord To glorify His grace. I sought Him, and He kindly heard The sinner in distress, And ransom’d me from all I fear’d, And bade me go in peace. 3 To