English poem
An HYMN to CHRIST for our Regeneration and Resurrection
by Mather Byles (1828–1900)
To Thee, my LORD, I lift the Song, Awake, my tuneful Pow'rs: In constant Praise my grateful Tongue Shall fill my foll'wing Hours.
Guilty, condemn'd, undone I stood; I bid my GOD depart: He took my Sins, and paid his Blood, And turn'd this wand'ring Heart
Death, the grim Tyrant, seiz'd my Frame, Vile, loathsome and accurst: His Breath renews the vital Flame, And Glories change the Dust.
Now, SAVIOUR, shall thy Praise commence; My Soul by Thee brought Home, And ev'ry Member, ev'ry Sense, Recover'd from the Tomb.
To Thee my Reason I submit, My Love, my Mem'ry, LORD, My Eyes to read, my Hands to write, My Lips to preach thy Word.