Begin, my soul, some heavenly theme;
Awake, my voice, and sing
The mighty works, or mightier name,
Of our eternal King.
Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad,
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And the performing God.
Proclaim salvation from the Lord,
For wretched, dying men:
His hand bath writ the sacred
With an immortal pen.
Engraved as eternal brass
The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the powers of darkness
Those everlasting lines.
His every word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars
Speaks all the promises.
Now shall my fainting heart rejoice
To know Thy favour sure:
I trust the all-creating voice,
And faith desires no more.