Begin, My Soul, Some Heavenly Theme

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 hath writ the sacred word With an immortal pen.

Engraved as in eternal brass, The mighty promise shines; Nor can the powers of darkness rase Those everlasting lines.

His every word of grace is strong As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along 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.