Great God, let all my tuneful powers
Awake, and sing Thy mighty name;
Thy hand revolves my circling hours,
Thy hand from which my being came.
Seasons and moons still rolling round,
In beauteous order, speak Thy praise;
And years, with smiling mercy crowned,
To Thee successive honors raise.
To Thee I raise the annual song,
To Thee the grateful tribute give;
My God doth still my years prolong,
And ’midst unnumbered deaths, I live.
He bids each season on my soul
Its sweetest, kindest influence shed;
And all the periods, as they roll,
Shower countless blessings on my head.
My life, my health, my friends, I owe
All to Thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above.
Thus will I sing, till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more,
And, after death, Thy boundless grace,
Through everlasting years, adore.