Great God, Let All My Tuneful Powers

Great God

let all my tune­ful pow­ers

Awake

and sing Thy migh­ty name;

Thy hand re­volves my circ­ling hours

Thy hand from which my be­ing came.

Seasons and moons still roll­ing round

In beau­te­ous or­der

speak Thy praise;

And years

with smil­ing mer­cy crowned

To Thee suc­cess­ive hon­ors raise.

To Thee I raise the an­nu­al song

To Thee the grate­ful trib­ute give;

My God doth still my years pro­long

And ’midst un­num­bered deaths

I live.

He bids each sea­son on my soul

Its sweet­est

kind­est in­flu­ence shed;

And all the pe­ri­ods

as they roll

Shower count­less bless­ings on my head.

My life

my health

my friends

I owe

All to Thy vast

un­bound­ed love;

Ten thou­sand pre­cious gifts be­low

And hope of nob­ler joys ab­ove.

Thus will I sing

till na­ture cease

Till sense and lang­uage are no more

And

af­ter death

Thy bound­less grace

Through ev­er­last­ing years

adore.