156. H. M. Sacred Lyrics. Perpetual Praise. 1 To thee, great Source of light! My thankful voice I'll raise; And all my powers unite To celebrate thy praise; And, till my voice is lost in death, May praise employ my every breath. 2 And when this feeble tongue Lies silent in the dust, My soul shall dwell among The spirits of the just; Then, with the shining hosts above, In nobler strains I'll sing thy love.
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