God of My Life, Through All Its Days

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.