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made our cup run o'er, With blessings from thy throne.
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The soul, from sin forever free, Shall feel its sting no more,
Awake, my soul, to sound his praise, Awake, my tongue, to sing ;
Join all my powers the song to raise, And grateful tribute bring.
Among the people of his care, And through the nations round,
Glad songs of praise will I prepare, And there his name resound.
Be thou exalted, O our God, Above the starry frame;
But crown'd with light, and blest of thee, Diffuse thy heavenly grace abroad,
Redeeming love adore.
And teach the world thy name.
Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, So shall we in thy truth rejoice,
Our feeble notes inspire, Till in thy blissful courts above, We join the angel-choir.
With angel-hosts above; And sinners hear thy gracious voice, And taste redeeming love.
Thou to the dying life canst give, And to the wea - ry rest.
Though dark thy ways, O may we own Though earth and all its joys be dim,
That they are always right, And feel that hope in thee alone, Is precious in thy sight.
We eat, dear Lord, the broken bread,
And drink the flowing wine;
And at thy table here outspread,
The broken bread thy body here In emblem is expressed ;
Thy living grace may we revere, Thy dying love attest.
The flowing wine ! thy precious blood In emblem is supplied;
O may our hearts, by grace subdued, In thy great love abide.
Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
Man is a tender, transient flower,
On him in faith rely; Our life is hid with God in him; That life can never die!
Since all the varying scenes of time
O who so wise to choose our lot,
Good, when he gives, supremely good,
Even crosses from his gracious hand,
Why should we doubt a Father's love,
To his unerring, gracious will,
Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year;
How swiftly time completes its rounds, How brief they all appear !
The once-loved form, now cold and dead, Yet like an idle tale we pass
Each mournful thought employs, , , And nature weeps her comforts fled, And withered all her joys.
The swiftly-gliding year, And study how we may increase The speed of its career.
Waken, O God, my careless heart, Its great concern to see,
That I may act the Christian part, And give the year to thee.
So shall their course in pleasure roll,
Or this shall bear my waiting soul