Begin, My Tongue, 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,
The Quickening Word Of God.

Proclaim Salvation From The Lord
For Wretched, Dying Men;
His Hand Has Writ The Sacred Word
With An Immortal Pen.

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.