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Great God, to thee my voice I raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HV (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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. 34 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— That endless joy—that endless pain. Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hopes and my desire: While all the preachers of thy word Warn me t’ escape eternal fire. Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since thou hast mark’d my way to heaven, Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings thou hast given. Languages: English

Great God, To Thee My Voice I Raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9400 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 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. 2 ’Tis to Thy sovereign grace I owe That I was born on Christian ground, Where streams of heav’nly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound. 3 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. 4 How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance or darkness reigns; They know no heaven, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, those endless pains. 5 Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hopes and my desire; While all the preachers of Thy word Warn me to ’scape eternal fire. 6 Thy praise shall still employ my breath Since Thou hast marked my way to Heav’n; Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings Thou hast giv’n. Languages: English Tune Title: BAPTISM