8s & 6s. "I will sing with the Spirit" &c. 1 Corinthians xiv.15. 1 JESUS, thou soul of all our joys, For whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strength exert; Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim, Compose into a thankful frame, And tune thy people's heart.
2 While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design, Thy glory, not our own: Still let us keep our end in view, And still the pleasing task pursue, To please our God alone.
3 The secret pride, the subtle sin, O let it never more steal in, To offend thy glorious eyes, To desecrate our hallowed strain, And make our solemn service vain, And mar our sacrifice!
4 To magnify thy awful name, To spread the honours of the Lamb, Let us our voices raise; Our souls' and bodies' powers unite, Regardless of our own delight, And dead to human praise.
5 Still let us on our guard be found, And watch against the power of sound With sacred jealousy; Lest haply sense should damp our zeal, And music's charms bewitch and steal Our hearts away from thee.
6 That hurrying strife far oft remove, That noisy burst of selfish love, Which swells the formal song; The joy from out our hearts arise, And speak and sparkle in our eyes, And vibrate on our tongue.
7 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join with one accord Thy goodness to proclaim: Jesus, thyself in us reveal, And all our faculties shall feel Thy harmonizing name.
8 With calmly-reverential joy, O let us all our lives employ In setting forth thy love; And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing with all the heavenly choir, That endless song above!
