By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 GOD of my life, through all my days
      My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
      My song shall wake with opening light,
      And cheer the dark and silent night.

      2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
      And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
      Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
      Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

      3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
      And all the powers of language fail,
      Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
      And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

      4 But O when that last conflict's o'er,
      And I am chained to earth no more,
      With what glad accents shall I rise
      To join the music of the skies!

      5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains
      Which echo through the heavenly plains;
      And emulate, with joy unknown,
      The glowing seraphs round the throne.

      6 The cheerful tribute will I give,
      Long as a deathless soul shall live:
      A work so sweet, a theme so high,
      Demands and crowns eternity.