My Soul forsakes her vain delight,
My thoughts on awful spectres roll,
My thoughts surmount these lower skies,
Naked as from the earth we tame,
Nature with all her pow'r shall sing,
Nature with open volume stands,
No, I'll rèpine at death no more,
No, I shall envy them no more,
No more my God, I boast no more,
Nor tye has seen nor eat has heard,
Not all the blood of beasts,
Not all the outward forms on earth,
Not diff'rent food or diff'rent dress,
Not from the dust affliction grows,
Not the malicious or profane,
Not to condemn the sons of men,
Not to the terrors of the Lord,
Not with our mortal eyes,
Now let the Lord my Saviour smile,
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar,
Now shall my inward joys arise,
Now to the Lord a noble song,
Now to the Lord that makes us know,
Now to the pow'r of God supreme,
O for an overcoming faith,
O! if my soul were form'd for woe,
O the almighty Lord,
O the delights, the heav'nly joys,
Often I seek my Lord by night,
Once more my soul the rising day,
Our days alas! our mortal days,
Our God how firm his promise stands,
Our sins, alas! how strong they be,
Our souls shall magnify the Lord,
Our spirits join t' adore the Lamb,
Flung'd in a gulf of dark despair,
Praise, everlasting praise be paid,
Raise thee my soul, fly up, and run,
Raise your triumphant songs,
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,
Saints, at your Father's heav'nly word,
Salvation! O the joyful sound,
See where the great incarnate God,
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood,
Shall we go on to sin,
Shall Wisdom cry aloud,
Shine mighty God! on Britain shire,
Shout to the Lord, and let our joys,
Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts,
Sin like a venemous disease,
Sing to the Lord that built the skies,
Sing to the Lord with joyful voice,
Sing to the Lord ye heav'nly hosts,
Sitting around our Father's board,
So did the Hebrew prophet raise,
So let our lips and lives express
So new-born babes desire the breast,
Stand up my soul, shake off thy fears,
Stoop down my thoughts that use to rise,
Strait is the way, the door is strait,
Terrible God that reign'st on high,
That awful day will surely come,
Thee we adore, Eternal Name!
The glories of my maker God,
The God of mercy be ador'd,
The King of glory sends his Son,
The lands that long in darkness lay,
The law by Moses came,
The voice of my beloved sounds,
The wond'ring world inquires to know,
There is a house not made with hands,
There is a land of pure delight,
There's no ambition swells my heart,
There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd,
These glorious minds how bright they shine,
This is the word of truth and love,
Thou whom my soul admires above,
Thus did the sons of Abra'm pass,
Thus far the Lord has led me on,
Thus saith the first the great command,
Thus saith the high and lofty One,
Thus saith the Ruler of the skies,
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord,
Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord,
Thy favours Lord surprise our souls,
Time what an empty vapour 'tis,
'Tis by the faith of joys to come,
"Tis from the treasures of his word,
'Tis not the law of ten commands,
To God the only wise,
To him that chose us first,
'Twas by an order from the Lord, Twas on that dark and doleful night, 'Twas the commission of our Lord,
Vain are the hopes the sons of men,
Vain are the hopes that rebels place,
Unshaken as the sacred hill,
Up to the fields where angels lie,
Up to the Lord that reigns on high,
We are a garden wall'd around,
We bless the Prophet of the Lord,
We sing th' amazing deeds,
We sing the glories of thy love,
Welcome sweet day of rest,
Weil, the Redeemer's gone,
What diff'rent pow'rs of grace
What equal honours shall we bring,
What happy men qr angels these,
What mighty man or mighty God,
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise,
When I can read my title clear,
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