My song shall bless
the Lord of all,
My praise shall
climb to His abode;
Thee, Savior, by
that name I call,
The great Supreme,
the mighty God.
Without beginning,
or decline,
Object of faith, and
not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him
shine,
He shines eternal
ages hence.
As much, when in the
manger laid,
Almighty Ruler of
the sky;
As when the six
days’ works He made,
Filled all the
morning-stars with joy.
A cheerful
confidence I feel,
My well-placed hopes
with joy I see;
My bosom glows with
heav’nly zeal
To worship Him Who
died for me.
As man, He pities my complaint,
His pow’r and truth
are all divine;
He will not fail, He
cannot faint,
Salvation’s sure,
and must be mine.
William
Cowper
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