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 our redeeming 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 heavenly tongue
But whisper, "Thou art Mine,"
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.
|First Line:||Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme|
|Title:||Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme|
|Author:||Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 (1707)|
|Scripture:||Exodus 34:6; Psalm 89:1; Psalm 147:3-5|
|Composer:||Henry W. Greatorex|
|Source:||Henry W. Greatorex's Collection, Boston, 1851|