O thou, whose mercy hears,
On wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise,
O praise the Lord with one consent,
O that I knew the secret place,
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Shall man, O God of light and life,
Sons of men, behold from far,
Sov'reign Ruler, Lord of all,
Tell us, O women, we would know,
The day approaches, O my soul,
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
The Saviour calls-let ev'ry ear,
The short-lived day declines in haste,
Thou only Sov'reign of my heart,
Through all the changing scenes of life,
Thy daily mercies, O my God,
To bless the Lord our God in strains divine,
To thee, in youth's bright morning,
'Tis finish'd! so the Saviour cried,
'Tis sweet to live in lively hope,
Vital spark of heav'nly flame,
Welcome, delightful morn,
We seek a rest beyond the skies,
While life prolongs its precious light,
While thee I seek, protecting Power,
Wretched, helpless, and distress'd,
Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell,
Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears,
Ye servants of God, Your Master proclaim,
Yes, the Redeemer rose,
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