YES, I will bless thee, O my God!
Thro’ all my mortal days,
And to eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
In ev’ry smiling happy hour,
Be this my sweet employ;
Thy praise refines mine earthly bliss,
And doubles all my joy.
When gloomy care, and keen distress
Afflict my throbbing breast,
My tears shall learn to speak thy praise,
And lull each pain to rest.
Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honours of my God;
My life, with all its active pow’rs,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
Not death itself shall stop my song,
Tho’ death will close mine eyes;
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights,
And sweeter raptures rise.
How will my happy spirit mount,
(Confin’d in flesh no more,)
Up to thy courts, where kindred minds,
In countless ranks, adore.
There shall my lips, in endless praise,
Their grateful tribute pay:
The theme demands an angel’s tongue,
And an eternal day.