By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 BEGIN, my soul, some heavenly theme;
      Awake, my voice, and sing
      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 the performing God.

      3 Proclaim salvation from the Lord,
      For wretched, dying men:
      His hand hath writ the sacred word
      With an immortal pen.

      4 Engraved as in eternal brass,
      The mighty promise shines;
      Nor can the powers of darkness rase
      Those everlasting lines.

      5 His every word of grace is strong
      As that which built the skies;
      The voice that rolls the stars along
      Speaks all the promises.

      6 Now shall my fainting heart rejoice
      To know thy favour sure:
      I trust the all-creating voice,
      And faith desires no more.