O God My Heart With Love Inflame
O God my heart with love inflame,
That I may in thy holy name,
Aloud in songs of praise rejoice,
While I have breath to raise my voice:
Then will I shout, then will I sing,
And make the heav’nly arches ring:
I’ll sing and shout for evermore
On that eternal happy shore.
O! Jesus, hope of glory, come,
And make my heart thy humble home;
For the sort remnant of my days,
I want to sing and shout thy praise:
I want to pray, and never cease,
And live rejoicing in thy peace,
And to give thanks in ev’ry thing,
And sing and shout, and shout and sing.
When on my dying bed I lay,
Lord give me strength to shout and pray,
And praise thee with my latest breath,
Until my voice is lost in death:
Then sisters, brothers, shouting come,
My body follow to the tomb,
And as you march the solemn road,
Sing loud, and shout the praise of God.
Then you below, and I above,
Will sing and shout the God we love,
Until that great and awful day,
When Christ shall call our slumb’ring clay;
Then from our dusty beds we’ll spring,
And shout “O Death where is thy sting?
“O Grave, where is thy victory?”
We’ll shout to all eternity.
Our race is run we’ve gain’d the prize,
“Well done!” the sovereign of the skies
Will smiling to his children say,
“Come reign with me in endless day;”
Then on that happy, happy shore,
We’ll sing and shout, for evermore;
We’ll sing and shout, and shout and sing,
And make all heav’n with praises ring.