What God is like to Him I serve? 
What Saviour like to mine? 
O never let me from Thee swerve, 
For truly I am Thine.

My thankful mouth shall speak Thy praise, 
My tongue shall talk of Thee; 
On high my heart O do Thou raise 
For what Thou'st done for me.

Go worldlings to your vanities, 
And heathen to your gods; 
Let them help in adversities 
And sanctify their rods;

My God He is not like to yours 
Yourselves shall judges be; 
I find His love, I know His power— 
A succorer of me

He is not man that He should lie, 
Nor son of man to unsay; 
His word He plighted hath on high, 
And I shall live for aye.

And for His sake that faithful is, 
That died but now doth live, 
The first and last that lives for aye, 
Me lasting life shall give.