I will sing my Maker’s praises And in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of His tender love to me. Nothing but His love could move Him With such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear All who try to serve and love Him. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 2. As an eagle spreadeth over Her young brood her sheltering wings, So the arm of God did cover Me against affliction’s stings. He who life and being gave me, Even in my mother’s womb, From the cradle to the tomb, He shall ever guard and save me. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 3. Yea, so dear did He esteem me That His Son He loved so well He hath given to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou Spring of boundless blessing, How could e’er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find, Though my efforts were unceasing? All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 4. God His Spirit to instruct me In His holy Word hath giv’n That He safely may conduct me Through this weary world to heav’n. He my heart’s dark chamber filleth With the clear, pure light of faith, Which destroys the power of death; Yea, e’en hell itself it stilleth. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 5. All that for my soul is needful He doth carefully provide, Nor of that is He unheedful Which my body needs beside. When my strength cannot avail me, When my powers can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour, In my need He doth not fail me. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 6. All the hosts of earth and heaven Wheresoe’er I turn mine eye, For my benefit are given That they may my need supply. All that’s living, all that’s growing, On the heights or in the woods, In the vales or in the floods, God is for my good bestowing. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 7. When I sleep, He still is near me, O’er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me When the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God’s protection, Had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen Any end of my affliction. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 8. Ah, how often doth the devil Cause some great calamity! But my life from all such evil Till this moment has been free. For the angel whom God sendeth, Wardeth off each threatening hurt, Every evil doth avert That mine enemy intendeth. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye.