A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#317

317. God of my life, through all its days

1 God of my life, through all its days,
My grateful pow'rs shall sound thy praise;
My song shall wake with op'ning light,
And cheer the dark and silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, rais'd on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o’er nature shall prevail,
And all its pow'rs of language fail;
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But O when that last conflict’s o’er,
And I am chain'd to earth no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains
Which echo through the heav'nly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round the throne.

Text Information

• First Line: God of my life, through all its days
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Duties of Piety

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