I love you, Lord, you heard my voice,
you know my needs in all I do;
when snares of death my life would take,
in you I trust, I call on you.
O what can I to good return
for all the bounty from your store?
Seen with your grace, my highest price
is naught, what can I give you more?
I lift salvation's cup from which
you had me drink to seal my vow;
and in the sight of all around,
I honor my commitment now.
The recompense for what is mine
is to exalt your name always;
my heart with thanks should ne'er run dry,
nor tongue refuse to sing your praise.