Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

341 (L.M.) John Pierpont

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.

No more let my ungrateful heart

One moment from Thy praise depart,

But live and sing in sweet accord

The glories of my Sov'reign Lord.

Jesus, Thou hope of glory, come,

And make my heart Thy constant home;

For all the remnant of my days,

Oh, let me speak and live Thy praise!

Incessantly I wish to pray,

And live rejoicing ev'ry day,

And give Thee thanks for ev'rything,

And sing Thy grace, and praise my King.

In Thine embrace I then would die

And rise to worlds of endless joy,

'Til Christ the Lord in clouds shall come,

And Michael's trump shall rend my tomb.

Then from the dust of death I'll spring

And shout, "O Death! where is thy sting?

O Grave, where is thy victory?"

I'll sing in all eternity.