1 Oh, that I had a thousand voices,
They should be raised to Christ, my Lord!
My hungry soul in Him rejoices
With saints above in sweet accord.
Oh, that I might extol His name
And to the world His grace proclaim!
2 Let storms but rage, the forest felling,
Let gloomy pines their sighings raise,
But come with me, your voices swelling,
Break forth, break forth in songs of praise!
Ye flowers all your splendor lend,
To praise the Lord your efforts bend.
3 Step forward ye that life were given,
All creatures with a God-made voice,
And join with me, in thanks to heaven.
Rejoice with me, rejoice, rejoice!
Let all exalt His grace in song;
He guardeth you with ramparts strong.
4 Depart vain world, with grief and sadness,
Thou shalt no more my heart depress;
My Savior fills my soul with gladness;
He comforts me in all distress.
Be praise and honor unto Thee,
O Lord, throughout eternity!
5 My soul exalts Thy lovingkindess
Until my final hour is come;
Were I made speechless, struck with blindness,
And even losing hearth and home,
I should not cease to pray and sigh
And lift my thoughts to Thee on high.
6 The feeble thanks that I can render,
Thou slightest not, O dearest Lord!
Some day at home in heaven's splendor,
With angels' choir in sweet accord,
My grateful thanks to Thee I raise,
While thousand voices sing Thy praise.
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