P.CXXXVIII. With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue

1 With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels, shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 Angels that make thy church their care
Shall witness my devotions there,
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies.

3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all the works and names below
So much thy pow'r and glory show.

4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdu'd my foes:
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffus'd through all my soul.

5 The God of heav'n maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great
But from his throne descends to bless
the humble souls that trust his grace.

6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

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First Line: With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
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Topic: Restoring and Preserving Grace
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