By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. Psalm cxlvi.
      1 MY soul, inspired with sacred love,
      The Lord thy God delight to praise;
      His gifts I will for him improve,
      To him devote my happy days;
      To him my thanks and praises give,
      And only for his glory live.

      2 Long as my God shall lend me breath,
      My every pulse shall beat for him;
      And when my voice is lost in death,
      My spirit shall resume the theme;
      The gracious theme, for ever new,
      Through all eternity pursue.

      3 Soon as the breath of man expires,
      Again he to his earth shall turn;
      Where then are all his vain desires,
      His love and hate, esteem and scorn?
      All, all at that last gasp are o'er,
      He falls to rise on earth no more.

      4 He then is blest, and only he,
      Whose hope is in the Lord his God;
      Who can to him for succour flee
      That spread the earth and heaven abroad;
      That still the universe sustains,
      And Lord of his creation reigns.

      5 True to his everlasting word,
      He loves the injured to redress:
      Poor helpless souls the bounteous Lord
      Relieves, and fills with plenteousness:
      He sets the mournful prisoners free,
      He bids the blind their Saviour see.

      6 The Lord thy God, O Zion, reigns,
      Supreme in mercy as in power,
      The endless theme of heavenly strains,
      When time and death shall be no more:
      And all eternity shall prove
      Too short to utter all his love.