Verse 1
Begin, my soul, some heavenly theme,
And speak some boundless thing;
The mighty works, or mightier Name
Of our eternal King.
Verse 2
Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And the redeeming God.
Verse 3
Proclaim salvation from the Lord,
For wretched, dying men;
His hand hath writ the sacred word
With an immortal pen.
Verse 4
Engraved as in eternal brass,
The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the powers of darkness rase
Those everlasting lines
Verse 5
His every word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promise.
Verse 6
Now shall my fainting heart rejoice
To know Thy favour sure;
I trust the all-creating voice,
And faith desires no more.
Isaac Watts