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2 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.
3 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.
4 But, oh! 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!
My God, my King, Thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to Thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for Thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of Thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and triumph of their tongue.
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SING to the Lord a joyful song;
Lift up your hearts, your voices raise;
To us His gracious gifts belong,
To Him our songs of love and praise
2 For life and love, for rest and food,
For daily help and nightly care,
Sing to the Lord, for He is good,
And praise His name, for it is fair:
3 For strength to those who on Him wait, His truth to prove, His will to do, Praise ye our God, for He is great,
Trust in His name, for it is true:
4 For joys untold that daily move Round those who love His sweet employ, Sing to our God, for He is love,
Exalt His name, for it is joy:
5 For life below, with all its bliss,
And for that life, more pure and high,
That inner life, which over this
Shall ever shine, and never die.
John S. B. Monsell, 1862.
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