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Anne Steele

Almighty author of my frame

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1 Almighty Author of our frame,
To thee our vital pow’rs belong;
Thy praise, (delightful, glorious theme!)
Demands our heart, our life, our tongue.

2 Our hearts, our lives, our tongues, are thine:
O be thy praise their best employ!
But may our songs with angels join,
Nor sacred awe forbid the joy!

3 Thy glories, the seraphick lyre,
On all its strings attempts in vain;
Then how shall mortals dare aspire,
In thought, to try th’ unequal strain?

4 Yet the Sov’reign of the skies
To mortals bends a gracious ear;
Nor the mean tribute will despise,
If offer’d with a heart sincere.

5 Great God, accept the humble praise,
And guide our heart, and guide our tongue,
While to thy name we trembling raise
The grateful, though unworthy, song.


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      Almighty author of my frame

      1 Almighty Author of our frame,
      To thee our vital pow’rs belong;
      Thy praise, (delightful, glorious theme!)
      Demands our heart, our life, our tongue.

      2 Our hearts, our lives, our tongues, are thine:
      O be thy praise their best employ!
      But may our songs with angels join,
      Nor sacred awe forbid the joy!

      3 Thy glories, the seraphick lyre,
      On all its strings attempts in vain;
      Then how shall mortals dare aspire,
      In thought, to try th’ unequal strain?

      4 Yet the Sov’reign of the skies
      To mortals bends a gracious ear;
      Nor the mean tribute will despise,
      If offer’d with a heart sincere.

      5 Great God, accept the humble praise,
      And guide our heart, and guide our tongue,
      While to thy name we trembling raise
      The grateful, though unworthy, song.