At All Times Praise The Lord

At all times praise the Lord;

His promises are sure;

What if thou doubt? His steadfast Word

Unchanging shall endure.

Praise Him when skies are bright,

And gladness fills thy days;

Heav'n shames thee with its glorious light,

And calls thee to His praise.

Praise Him when clouds are dark;

True faith waits not to prove;

Tho' hope no bright'ning gleam may mark,

His meaning still is love.

Praise Him when drear and lone

The shadows 'round thee fall,

No eye upon Thy sins but One-

Fear not, He pardons all.

Praise Him when home is sweet,

As tho' we ne'er should part;

But pray-while kindred spirits meet-

Pray for a thoughtful heart.

Praise Him when far away

On mountain or on sea;

Each place is home to them who pray;

The Father guardeth thee.

Praise Him when joyful songs

The saints on earth unite,

In sacred chorus, with the throngs

Of angels in the height.

At all times praise the Lord;

His promises are sure;

Fear not, doubt not; His steadfast Word

Unchanging shall endure.