Oh would I had a thousand tongues,
To sound Thy praise o'er land and sea!
Oh! rich and sweet should be my songs,
Of all my God has done for me!
With thankfulness my heart must often swell,
But mortal lips Thy praises faintly tell.
Oh that my voice could far resound
Up to yon stars that o'er me shine!
Would that my blood for joy might bound
Through every vein while life is mine!
Would that each pulse were gratitude, each breath
A song to Him who keeps me safe from death!
O all ye powers of soul and mind,
Arise, keep silence thus no more;
Put forth your strength, and ye shall find
Your noblest work is to adore.
O soul and body, make ye pure and meet,
With heartfelt praise your God and Lord to greet.
Ye little leaves so fresh and green,
That dance for joy in summer air,
Ye slender grasses, bright and keen,
Ye flowers so wondrous sweet and fair;
Ye only for your Maker's glory live,
Help me, for all His love, meet praise to give.
O all ye living things that throng
With breath and motion earth and sky,
Be ye companions in my song,
Help me to raise His praises high;
For my unaided powers are far too weak
The glories of His mighty works to speak.
And first, O Father, praise to Thee
For all I am and all I have,
It was Thy merciful decree
That all those blessings richly gave,
Which o'er the earth are scattered far and near,
To help and gladden us who sojourn here.
And, dearest Jesus, blest be Thou,
Whose heart with pity overflows,
Thou rich in help! who deign'dst to bow
To earth, and taste her keenest woes;
Thy death has burst my bonds and set me free,
Has made me Thine; henceforth I cling to Thee.
Nor less to Thee, O Holy Ghost,
Be everlasting honours paid,
For all Thy comfort, Lord, and most
That I a child of life am made
By Thy deep love; my good deeds are not mine,
Thou workest them through me, O Light Divine.
Yes, Lord, through all my changing days,
With each new scene afresh I mark
How wondrously Thou guid'st my ways,
Where all seems troubled, wilder'd, dark;
When dangers thicken fast, and hopes depart,
Thy light beams comfort on my sinking heart.
Shall I not then be filled with joy,
Shall I not praise Thee evermore?
Triumphant songs my lips employ,
E'en when my cup of woe runs o'er;
Nay, though the heavens should vanish as a scroll,
Nothing shall shake or daunt my trusting soul.
But of Thy goodness will I sing
As long as I have life and breath,
Offerings of thanks I'll daily bring
Until my heart is still in death;
And when at last my lips grow pale and cold,
Yet in my sighs Thy praises shall be told.
Father, do Thou in mercy deign
To listen to my earthly lays;
Once shall I learn a nobler strain,
Where angels ever hymn Thy praise,
There in the radiant choir I too shall sing
Loud hallelujahs to my glorious Kings.
Source: Lyra Germanica: The Christian Year #71
|Instances (1 - 9 of 9)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Songs of Praise #d233||O that I had a thousand voices||O that I had a thousand voices||Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Johann Mentzer||1935|
|Songs of Praise for Sunday Schools, Church Societies and the Home #d238||O that I had a thousand voices||O that I had a thousand voices||Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Johann Mentzer||1935|
|The Chapel Hymnal #d70||O that I had a thousand voices||O that I had a thousand voices||Johann Mentzer||1944|
|The Mennonite Hymnal #10||O that I had a thousand voices||O that I had a thousand voices||O DASS ICH TAUSEND ZUNGEN||Catherine Winkworth; Johann Mentzer||1969||God | Adoration and Praise||Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1863, and Others|
|The Mennonite Hymnary, published by the Board of Publication of the General Conference of the Mennonite Church of North America #509||O That I Had a Thousand Voices||O that I had a thousand voices||O DASS ICH TAUSEND ZUNGEN HÄTTE||Catherine Winkworth; Johann Mentzer||1940|
|The Pioneer Hymnal #d202||O that I had a thousand voices||O that I had a thousand voices||Johann Mentzer||1952|
|Worship II, a Hymnal for Roman Catholic Parishes #d192||O that I had a thousand voices||O that I had a thousand voices||Johann Mentzer||1975|
|Lyra Germanica: hymns for the Sundays and chief festivals of the Christian year #170||O would I had a thousand voices||O would I had a thousand voices||Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Johann Mentzer||1856|
|Lyra Germanica: The Christian Year #71||Oh would I had a thousand tongues||Oh would I had a thousand tongues||Catherine Winkworth; Mentzer||8,8,8,8,10,10||1861|