Great God, to thee my voice I raise,
To thee my youngest hours belong:
I would begin my life with praise,
Till growing years improve the song.
’Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe
That I was born on Christian ground;
Where streams of heavenly mercy flow,
And words of sweet salvation sound.
I would not change my native land
For rich Peru, with all her gold;
A nobler prize lies in my hand
Than East or Western Indies hold.
How do I pity those that dwell
Where ignorance and darkness reign;
They know no heaven, they fear no hell,
Those endless joys, those endless pains.
Thy glorious promises, O Lord,
Kindle my hopes and my desire;
While all the preachers of thy word
Teach me thy goodness to admire.
Thy praise shall still employ my breath,
Since thou hast marked my way to heaven;
Nor will I run the road to death,
And waste the blessings thou hast given.
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First Line: | Great God, to thee my voice I raise |
Title: | Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1827 |