What Shall I Render To Thy Name Or How Thy Praises Speak? My Thanks How Shall I Testify? O Lord, Thou Know'St I'm Weak. I Owe So Much, So Little Can Return Unto Thy Name, Confusion Seizes On My Soul, And I Am Filled With Shame. O Thou That Hearest Prayers, Lord, To Thee Shall Come All Flesh Thou Hast Me Heard And Answered, My Plaints Have Had Access. What Did I Ask For But Thou Gav'St? What Could I More Desire? But Thankfulness Even All My Days I Humbly This Require. Thy Mercies, Lord, Have Been So Great In Number Numberless, Impossible For To Recount Or Any Way Express. O Help Thy Saints That Sought Thy Face T' Return Unto Thee Praise And Walk Before Thee As They Ought, In Strict And Upright Ways.