Be-gin, my tongue, some heaven-ly theme
And speak some bound-less thing:
The might-y works or might-ier name
Of our e-ter-nal King.
Tell of His won-drous faith-ful-ness
And sound His power a-broad;
Sing the sweet prom-ise of His grace,
The love and truth of God.
His ve-ry word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars a-long
Speaks all the prom-is-es.
O might I hear the heaven-ly tongue
But whis-per, "Thou art mine!"
Those gen-tle words shall raise my song
To notes al-most di-vine.
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