By A Collection of Hymns

      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!