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“ HOW SHALL WE SING THE LORD'S SONG
IN A STRANGE LAND?"
of God, so nobly sung By angels in a higher sphere, Shall my unworthy heart and tongue
Attempt its numbers here?
With spirit cleaving to the dust,
How should I hope to glow and soar ? How speak of heavenly joy and trust,
Till I have felt them more?
An heir of guilt, a child of sin,
An exile in a world like this, What should I find without, within,
To match with Him and His ?
In vain I spread my flickering wings;
In vain I strive aloft to flee :
I cannot sing of Thee!
I want a seraph's lofty voice,
I want a seraph’s soaring wing, Before I make such themes
choice, And God's dread glories sing.
Thou needest not a note of mine
To swell the triumphs of thy throne, Where myriads round thee bend and shine,
And Heaven is all thy own !