MY song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to his abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the Mighty God. Without beginning or decline, Object of faith and not of sense; Eternal ages saw him shine, He shines eternal ages hence. As much, when in the manger laid, Almighty ruler of the sky, As when the six days' work he made Filled all the morning stars with joy. Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, Salvation is his dearest claim; That gracious sound well pleased he hears, And owns Emmanuel for his name. A cheerful confidence I feel, My well-placed hopes with joy I see; My bosom glows with heavenly zeal, To worship him who died for me. As man, he pities my complaint, His power and truth are all divine; He will not fail, he cannot faint; Salvation's sure, and must be mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT A NURSERY SONG by ANN AUGUSTA GRAY CARTER |