Begin, my soul, some heav'nly 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 world 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 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.