I. Raise your Devotion, mortal Tongues,
To praise the King of Glory,
Sweet be the Accents of your Songs
Of him who went before ye;
Bright Angels, strike your loudest Strings:
Let Heav'n and all created Things
Sound our Emanuel's Praises.
II. Ye mourning Souls, look upward too,
For Christ is now preparing
At God's right Hand a Place for you:
Shake off what seems despairing.
Thence our great Lord and King shall come
To fetch our longing Spirits Home,
And crown your Love and Labour.
III. Sine He o'er Heav'n bears sov'raign Sway,
By all its Pow'rs attended;
And has more Graces to display
Than can be comprehended;
Fear not but He his Graces pours
On such meek trembling Hearts as yours,
The Objects of his Favour.
IV. Extend, O Lord, thy sov'raign Grace,
Thy Light to ev'ry nation:
Let Earth and Seas avow and praise
Thy Love, thy Pow'r, thy Passion;
'Till we join with thy Saints above
In Hymns to celebrate thy Love,
And dwell with Thee for ever.
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|German Title:||Auf diesen Tag, bedencken wir|
|Name:||[Raise your Devotion mortal Tongues]|
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