|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 troubled 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 exalted strains
Which echo through the heavenly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round the throne.
|6||This cheerful tribute will I give
Long as a deathless soul shall live;
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.
|Philip Doddridge, 1702-51|