O That I Had A Thousand Voices

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!
Y 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.

Source: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #14