Rouse thee, O my spirit, rouse thee,
Unto God thy offerings bring;
Sing His name, for He allows thee
His stupendous name to sing.
Soar upon thy loftiest pinions
To th'Almighty's high abode;
And in heav'n's sublime dominions
Hold high converse with thy God.
O how kind and condescending
Is our gracious God-from high
To His lowliest creatures bending!
Tow'rds this earth He turns his eye,
Sees our inmost heart's recesses,
Hears our praise-our prayers He grants;
All our days He cheers and blesses,
And provides for all our wants.