Lift up to God the voice of praise
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud and more loud the anthem raise
With grateful ardor fired.
Whose tender care sustains
Our feeble frame
encompassed round
With death’s unnumbered pains.
Whose goodness
passing thought
Loads every minute
as it flies
With benefits unsought.
From whom salvation flows;
Who sent His Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.
For hope’s transporting ray
Which lights through darkest shades of death
To realms of endless day.
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