LXXI. Praising GOD through the whole of our Existence.

GOD of my Life, thro' all its Days
My grateful Pow'rs shall sound thy Praise;
The Song shall wake with op'ning Light,
And warble to the silent Night.

When anxious Cares would break my Rest,
And Griefs would tear my throbbing Breast,
Thy tuneful Praises rais'd on high
Shall check the Murmur, and the Sigh.

When Death o'er Nature shall prevail,
And all its Pow'rs of Language fail,
Joy thro' my swimming Eyes shall break,
And mean the Thanks I cannot speak.

But O! when that last Conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to Flesh no more,
With what glad Accents shall I rise
To join the Musick of the Skies!

Soon shall I learn th' exalted Strains,
Which eccho o'er the heav'nly Plains;
And emulate with Joy unknown
The glowing Seraphs round thy Throne.

The chearful Tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless Soul can live;
A Work so sweet, a Theme so high
Demands, and crowns Eternity.