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My soul shall praise thee, O my God
Through all my mortal days,
And in eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
In every smiling, happy hour,
Be this my sweet employ;
Thy praise refines my earthly bliss,
And heightens all my joy.
When anxious grief and gloomy care
Afflict my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,
And lull each pain to rest.
Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God;
My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
And when these lips shall cease to move,
When death shall close these eyes,
My soul shall then to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.
Then shall my powers in endless strains
Their grateful tribute pay:
The theme demands an angel’s tongue,
And an eternal day.
---Alternative verses---
In each bright hour of peace and hope,
Be this my sweet employ;
Devotion heightens all my bliss,
And sanctifies my joy..
When gloomy care or keen distress
Invades my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,
Andsoothe my pains to rest.
And when these lips shall cease to move,
Though death shall close these eyes,
Yet shall my soul to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1765
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HARVEY’S CHANT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 extended
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Dates:
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1853
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