1 [Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing, The mighty works, or mightier name Of our eternal King.
2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad, Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God.
3 Proclaim "salvation from the Lord "For wretched dying men;" His hand has writ the sacred word With an immortal pen.
4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass, The mighty promise shines; Nor can the powers of darkness rase Those everlasting lines.]
5 [He that can dash whole worlds to death And make them when he please, He speaks, and that almighty breath Fulfils his great decrees.
6 His very word of grace is strong As that which built the skies, The voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises.
7 He said, "Let the wide heaven be spread," And heaven was stretch'd abroad; "Abrah'm, I'll be thy God," he said, And he was Abrah'm's God.
8 O, might I hear thine heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine;" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine.
9 How would my leaping heart rejoice And think my heaven secure! I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more.]