My soul forsakes her vain delight,
My thoughts on awful spectres roll,
My thoughts surmount these lower skies,
Naked as from the earth we came,
Nature with all her pow'r shall sing,
Nature with open volume stands,
No, I'll rèpine at death no more,
No, I shall envy them no more,
No more my God, I boast no more,
Now let the Lord my Saviour smile,
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar,
O! if my soul were form'd for woc,
Our sins, alas! how strong they be,
Raise thee my soul, fly up, and run,
Raise your triumphant songs,
Rise rise, my soul, and leave the ground,
Saints, at your Father's heav'nly word,
Salvation! O the joyful sound,
See where the great incarnate God,
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood,
Shout to the Lord, and let our joys,
Sing to the Lord with joyful voice,
Sing to the Lord ye heav'nly hosts,
Sitting around our Father's board,
So did the Hebrew prophet raise,
So let our lips and lives express
So new-born babes desire the breast,
Stand up my soul, shake off thy fears,
Stoop down my thoughts that use to rise,
Terrible God that reign'st on high,
That awful day will surely come,
Thee we adore, Eternal Name!
The glories of my maker God,
The God of mercy be ador'd,
The King of glory sends his Son,
The lands that long in darkness lay,
The law by Moses came,
There is a house not made with hands,
There is a land of pure delight,
'Tis by the faith of joys to come,
'Tis from the treasures of his word,
What mighty man or mighty God,
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise,
When I can read my title clear,
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