The Everlasting Song (EN 5727)

1

Come, O my soul, my ev’ry pow’r awaking,

Look unto Him Whose goodness crowns thy days;

While into song angelic choirs are breaking,

O let thy voice its thankful tribute bring.

Tell how alone the path of death He trod;

Tell how He lives, thine Advocate with God;

Lift up thy voice, while Heav’n’s triumphant throng,

Swell at His feet the everlasting song.

2

Think, O my soul, now patiently He sought thee,

Far, far away upon the mountain steep;

Then in His arms how tenderly He brought thee,

Home to His fold, a weary, wand’ring sheep.

3

Sing, O my soul, and let thy pure devotion

Rise to His throne, thy Savior, Friend, and Guide;

Sing of His love that, like a mighty ocean,

Flows unto thee, and all the world beside.

4

Soon, O my soul, thine earthly house forsaking,

Soon shalt thou rise the better world to see;

Then will thy harp, a nobler strain awaking,

Praise Him Who died to purchase life for thee.