Shouting God's Praise

1 O God my heart with love inflame,
That I may in thy holy name,
Aloud in songs of praise rejoice,
While I have breath to raise my voice:
Then will I shout, then will I sing,
And make the heav'nly arches ring:
I'll sing and shout for evermore
On that eternal happy shore.

2 O! Jesus, hope of glory, come,
And make my heart thy humble home;
For the short remnant of my days,
I want to sing and shout thy praise:
I want to pray, and never cease,
And live rejoicing in thy peace,
And to give thanks in ev'ry thing,
And sing and shout, and shout and sing.

3 When on my dying bed I lay,
Lord give me strength to shout and pray,
And praise thee with my latest breath,
Until my voice is lost in death:
Then sisters, brothers, shouting come,
My body follow to the tomb,
And as you march the solemn road,
Sing loud, and shout the praise of God.

4 Then you below, and I above,
Will sing and shout the God we love,
Until that great and awful day,
When Christ shall call our slumb'ring clay;
Then from our dusty beds we'll spring,
And shout "O Death where is thy sting?
"O Grave, where is thy victory?"
We'll shout to all eternity.

5 Our race is run we've gain'd the prize,
"Well done!" the sovereign of the skies
Will smiling to his children say,
"Come reign with me in endless day;"
Then on that happy, happy shore,
We'll sing and shout, for evermore;
We'll sing and shout, and shout and sing,
And make all heav'n with praises ring.


Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #153