Shouting God's Praise

Verse 1

O God my heart with love inflame, That I may in thy holy name, Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice: Then will I shout, then will I sing, And make the heav'nly arches ring: I'll sing and shout for evermore On that eternal happy shore.

Verse 2

O! Jesus, hope of glory, come, And make my heart thy humble home; For the short remnant of my days, I want to sing and shout thy praise: I want to pray, and never cease, And live rejoicing in thy peace, And to give thanks in ev'ry thing, And sing and shout, and shout and sing.

Verse 3

When on my dying bed I lay, Lord give me strength to shout and pray, And praise thee with my latest breath, Until my voice is lost in death: Then sisters, brothers, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb, And as you march the solemn road, Sing loud, and shout the praise of God.

Verse 4

Then you below, and I above, Will sing and shout the God we love, Until that great and awful day, When Christ shall call our slumb'ring clay; Then from our dusty beds we'll spring, And shout "O Death where is thy sting? "O Grave, where is thy victory?" We'll shout to all eternity.

Verse 5

Our race is run we've gain'd the prize, "Well done!" the sovereign of the skies Will smiling to his children say, "Come reign with me in endless day;" Then on that happy, happy shore, We'll sing and shout, for evermore; We'll sing and shout, and shout and sing, And make all heav'n with praises ring.