1 Begin, my tongue, some heav'nly 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 pow'r abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
The love and truth of God.
3 His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.
4 O might I hear Thy heav'nly tongue
But whisper, ""Thou art mine!""
Those gentle words shall raise my song
To notes almost divine.
