God of my life, through all its days,
My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises raised on high,
Shall check the murmur, and the sigh.
When death o’er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
But O! when that last conflict’s o’er,
And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!
Soon shall I learn th’exalted strains
Which echo o’er the heavenly plains;
And emulate with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round Thy throne.
The cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul can live;
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands, and crowns eternity.