Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue:
And let the joys of heaven impart,
Their spirit to our song.
Thy kindling love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame,-
Alone inspire the vital praise,
Of glory to thy name.
Dear Saviour, may thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwelling here,
Till in the bliss of light divine,
A heaven on earth appear.
And can my heart aspire so high,
To say My Father! God!'
Lord, at thy feet, I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise,
Bid every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.
Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom,
And bid me wait serene,
With sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.
Before the radiant throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King:
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of glory sing.
Thee we adore; and, Lord, to thee
Our filial duty pay;
Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Conducts to endless day.
While in the house of prayer we kneel,
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.
Eternal Source of joys divine,
To thee my soul aspires:
O could I say, The Lord is mine!
'Tis all my soul desires.
Thy smile can give me real joy,
Unmingled and refined,
Substantial bliss without alloy,
And lasting as the mind.
Thy smile can gild the shade of woe,.
Bid stormy troubles cease,
And spread the dawn of heaven below,
And sweeten pain to peace.
My Hope, my Trust, my Life, my Lord,
Assure me of thy love:
Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace
His banner has unfurled;
Let sin, and woe, and error cease,
And joy pervade the world!
Praise ye the Lord! for truth and grace
His word and life display;
Let every soul his love embrace,
And own its kindling sway.
Joy to the earth! let every tongue
His gracious name extol;
To him our hymns of praise belong,
Praise ye the Lord! be our employ
In triumph to rejoice;
Let every soul, in holy joy,
Lift up the grateful voice.
Peace on the earth, good will to men,
Embraced the gospel plan;
Let that high strain be heard again,
Which angel tones began.
Glory to God! his praise transcends
The noblest flight of thought;
Yet faith to love her pinion lends,
And finds the blessing sought.
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
And when with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet shall fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And erown him Lord of all.
Ye kindreds of the earth, rejoice
Each token of his gracious care
The heart of man should move,
In grateful praises to declare
His mercy and his love.
And when by faith and hope we see
The record of his will,
Our chiefest happiness should be
His counsel to fulfil.
O may our souls the quick'ning feel
Of mercy's heavenly Dove,
And in his fear forever dwell,
And know that God is Love.
O bless the Lord of Light, who came
From darkness to release;
Give glory to his honored name,
And crown him Prince of Peace.
Praise him whose win
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