Begin my tongue, some heav’nly theme,
And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier name
Of our eternal King.
Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His pow'r abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And our redeeming God.
His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.
O might I hear Thy heav’nly tongue
But whisper, “Thou art Mine,”
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.