My life is a hymn of fervent praise
To God, the Ancient of the Days.
To Him, my Father, do I lift
My voice, my songHis wondrous gift.
My voice, my song, and my life, too,
All that I have, I offer to You
O Christ my Lord, who suffered for me,
O Christ who hung on the cross for me.
It isn't much at all, it seems,
Just songs and strains of silly dreams,
But what I have, song, dream and all,
I'd give it just to answer Your call.
Come hell, high water, trouble, toil,
Come, persecutor: pour the oil,
Give me the palm branch, let me down,
Give me the holy martyr's crown.
My life's a hymn, my death is, too,
So strike the fire, s