Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: O God my heart with love inflame
Topic: Funeral Hymns
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: LM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 223
Page Number: 197, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO GOD, my heart with love inflame,
That I may in they 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 archer ring;
I'll sing and shout for evermore,
On that eternal happy shore.
O Jesus, hope of glory, come,
And make my heart thy constant home
For the short remnant of my plays,
I want to sing and shout thy praise;
Incessantly I want to pray,
And live rejoicing ev'ry day,
And to give thanks in ev'ry thing;
And sing and shout and sing.
Lord, on my last, my dying day,
Then give me strength to sing and pray;
To 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 that solemn road,
Loud sign and shout the praise of God.
Then you below, and I above,
Will sing and shout the God we love;
And on that great tremendous day,
When Christ shall call our slumb'ring clay,
We from our dusty bed will spring,
And shout, "O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?"
We'll shout thro' all eternity.
Our race is run, we've gain'd the prize,
Well done! The Sov'reign 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 heaven with praises ring.