Lift Up Thyself, My Soul

Lift up thy­self

my soul

Above this world’s con­trol!

Spend and be spent in ho­ly hymns of praise.

Be armed with pure de­sire

Burn with ce­les­ti­al fire;

Unto the King of kings our voice we raise;

To Him a crown we weave

and bring

A sac­ri­fice of words

a blood­less of­fer­ing.

Thee on the trou­bled deep

Thee o’er the is­lands steep

Thee through the migh­ty con­ti­nents of land

Thee in the ci­ty’s throng

Or mount­ain tops along

Or when in ce­le­brat­ed plains I stand

Thee

Thee

O bless­èd One

I sing

Thee

Thee

O Fa­ther

Of the world

eter­nal King!

Thy praise I hymn by night

Thy praise at morn­ing light

Thy praise by day

Thy praise at ev­en­tide.

This know the hoa­ry stars

And moon with sil­ver bars

And chief­ly He that doth on high pre­side

O’er all the host of Heav’n

the sun

Who mea­sur­ing time for

Holy souls his course doth run.

O mind im­mut­able!

O light in­scrut­able!

Thine is the eye that guides the light­ning fire

In Thee the ag­es live

Thou dost their lim­its give

Who can Thy prais­es reach

eter­nal Sire?

Thou art be­yond the dreams of men;

Beyond the reach of mind

Or high­est an­gel’s ken.

O’er all Thy rule is spread

The liv­ing and the dead;

To minds that be

the par­ent mind Thou art;

All Heav’n Thou dost con­trol

Thou nour­ish­est the soul

And dost to spir­it en­er­gy im­part

The spring Thou art whence all things flow;

And from eter­ni­ty the root

Whence all things grow.