1. Oh, that I had a thousand voices!
   A mouth to speak with thousand tongues!
   My heart, which in the Lord rejoices,
   Then would proclaim in grateful songs
   To all, wherever I might be,
   What great things God hath done for me.

2. O that my voice might high be sounding,
   Far as the widely distant poles;
   My blood run quick with rapture bounding,
   Long as its vital current rolls,
   And ev’ry pulse thanksgiving raise,
   And ev’ry breath a hymn of praise!

3. O all ye pow’rs that God implanted,
   Arise, keep silence thus no more,
   Put forth the strength that He hath granted,
   Your noblest work is to adore;
   My soul and body make ye meet
   With heartfelt praise your Lord to greet!

4. Ye forest leaves so green and tender,
   That dance for joy in summer air;
   Ye meadow grasses bright and slender,
   Ye flow’rs so wondrous sweet and fair;
   Ye live to show His praise alone,
   Help me to make His glory known!

5. Oh, all things that have breath and motion,
   That throng with life, earth, sea, and sky,
   Now join me in my heart’s devotion,
   Help me to raise His praises high;
   My utmost pow’rs can ne’er aright
   Declare the wonders of His might.

6. Dear Father, endless praise I render
   For soul and body strangely joined;
   I praise Thee, Guardian kind and tender,
   For all the noble joys I find
   So richly spread on ev’ry side,
   And freely for my use supplied.

7. What equal praises can I offer,
   Dear Jesus, for Thy mercy shown?
   What pangs, my Savior, didst Thou suffer,
   And thus for all my sins atone!
   Thy death alone my soul could free
   From Satan, to be blest with Thee.

8. Glory and praise, still onward reaching,
   Thine be it, Spirit of all grace,
   Whose holy pow’r and faithful teaching
   Give me among Thy saints a place:
   Whate’er of good in me may shine
   Comes only from Thy light divine.

9. Who grants abundant gifts to bless me?
   Who, but Thyself, O God of love?
   Who guards my ways lest fears oppress me?
   ’Tis Thou, Lord God of hosts, above!
   And when my sins Thy wrath provoke,
   Thy patience, Lord, forbears the stroke.

10. I kiss the rod, too, unrepining,
    When God His chast’ning makes me feel,
    My graces call for His refining,
    The trial works no lasting ill:
    It purifies and makes it known
    That He regards me as a son.

11. In life I often have discovered,
    With gratitude and glad surprise,
    When clouds of sorrows o’er me hovered,
    God sent from them my best supplies:
    In troubles He is ever near,
    And shows me all a Father’s care.

12. Why not, then, with a faith unbounded,
    Forever in His love confide?
    Why not, with earthly griefs surrounded,
    Rejoicing still in hope abide?
    Until I reach that blissful home
    Where doubt and sorrow never come?

13. No more low vanities regarding,
    To Thee, in whom I find my rest,
    I cry—my inmost soul according,—
    “My God, Thou art the highest, best;
    Strength, honor, praise, and thanks, and pow’r
    Be Thine, both now and evermore!”

14. Lord, I will tell, while I am living,
    Thy goodness forth with ev’ry breath,
    And greet each morning with thanksgiving,
    Until my heart is still in death,
    Yea, when at last my lips grow cold,
    Thy praise shall in my sighs be told.

15. O Father, deign Thou, I beseech Thee,
    To listen to my earthly lays;
    A nobler strain in heav’n shall reach Thee,
    When I with angels hymn Thy praise,
    And learn amid their choirs to sing
    Loud Alleluias to my King.

O daß ich tausend Zungen hätte
Johann Mentzer, 1704
Tr. composite
Source: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-Book, 1930, No. 62