MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD
Let every trembling thought be gone!
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
Is ever new, and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire along the heavenly road.