My Soul, Inspired with Sacred Love

My soul

in­spired with sac­red love

The Lord thy God de­light to praise;

His gifts I will for Him im­prove

To Him de­vote my hap­py days;

To Him my thanks and prais­es give

And on­ly for His glo­ry live.

Long as my God shall lend me breath

My ev­ery pulse shall beat for Him;

And when my voice is lost in death

My spir­it shall re­sume the theme.

The gra­cious theme

for ev­er new

Through all eter­ni­ty pur­sue.

Soon as the breath of man ex­pires

Again he to his earth shall turn;

Where then are all his vain de­sires

His love and hate

es­teem and scorn?

All

all at that last gasp are o’er

He falls to rise on earth no more.

He

then

is blest

and on­ly he

Whose hope is in the Lord his God

Who can to Him for suc­cor flee

That spread the earth and Heav­en abroad;

That still the uni­verse sus­tains

And Lord of His cre­ation reigns.

True to His ev­er­last­ing Word

He loves the in­jured to re­dress:

Poor help­less souls the boun­te­ous Lord

Relieves

and fills with plen­teous­ness:

He sets the mourn­ful pri­son­ers free

He bids the blind their Sav­ior see.

The Lord thy God

O Sion

reigns

Supreme in mer­cy as in pow­er

The end­less theme of heav­en­ly strains

When time and death shall be no more:

And all eter­ni­ty shall prove

Too short to ut­ter all His love.