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O God my heart with love inflame

Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Songs and Hymns #IV (1801) Lyrics: 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 heavenly arches ring, I'll sing and shout for evermore, On that eternal happy shore. 2 O hope of Glory, Jesus come! And make my heart thy humble home For the small remnant of my days, I want to sing and shout thy praise; O give me Lord a heart to pray And live rejoicing every day; For to give thanks in every thing, And sing and shout, and shout and sing. 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 brethren, sisters, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb: And as you march the solemn road, Loud sing and shout the praise of God. 4 Then you below, and I above, We'll shout and praise the God we love, Until that great tremendous day, When Christ shall shout and wake our 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. 5 Our race is o'er we've gain'd the prize, Then shall the Sovereign of the skies, With smiles unto his children say, Come reign with me in endless days. Then on that happy, happy shore, We'll shout and sing our suff'rings o'er; We'll sing and shout and shout and sing, And make all heavenly arches ring. Glory Hallelujah. Languages: English

O God my heart with love inflame

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #IV (1801) Lyrics: 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 heavenly arches ring, I'll sing and shout for evermore, On that eternal happy shore. 2 O hope of Glory, Jesus come! And make my heart thy humble home For the small remnant of my days, I want to sing and shout thy praise. O give me Lord a heart to pray, And live rejoicing every day; For to give thanks in every thing; And sing and shout, and shout and sing. 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 brethren, sisters, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb: And as you march the solemn road, Loud sing and shout the praise of God. 4 Then you below and I above, We'll shout and praise the God of love, Until that great tremendous day, When Christ shall shout and wake our 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. 5 Our race is o'er we've gain'd the prize, Then shall the Sov'reign of the skies, With smiles unto his children say, Come reign with me in endless day. Then on that happy, happy shore, We'll shout and sing, our sufferings o'er, We'll sing and shout and shout and sing, And make the heav'nly arches ring. Glory Hallelujah. Languages: English