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CCXVII. Sincere Praise

1 Almighty Maker God,
How glorious is thy name!
Thy wonders now diffus'd abroad,
Throughout creations frame!

2 In native white and red
The rose and lilly stand,
And free from pride their beauties spread,
To shew thy skilful hand.

3 The lark mounts up the sky
With unambitious song,
And bears her Maker's praise on high
Upon her artless tongue.

4 Fain would I rise and sing
To my Creator too;
Fain would my heart adore my King,
And give him praises due.

5 But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform;
Curs'd pride that creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.

6 Thy glories I abate,
Or praise thee with design,
Part of thy favours I forget
Or think the merit mine.

7 Create my soul anew,
Else all my worship's vain;
This wretched heart will ne'er prove true
Till it be form'd again.

8 Descend, celestial fire
And seize me from above!
Wrap me in flames of pure desire,
A sacrifice to love.

9 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God my soul ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Almighty Maker God
• Title: Sincere Praise
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Praise

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