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Begin, My Soul, Th'Exalted Lay

Author: John Ogilvie, D.D., 1733-1814 Hymnal: The Alleluia #31 (1880) Languages: English Tune Title: [Begin, my soul, th'exalted lay]

Begin, My Soul, Th'Exalted Lay

Author: John Ogilvie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11967 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Begin, my soul, th’exalted lay Lyrics: 1 Begin, my soul, th’exalted lay, Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise th’Almighty’s name; Lo! Heav’n and earth, and seas, and skies In one melodious concert rise To swell th’inspiring theme! 2 Ye fields of light, celestial plains, Where gay transporting beauty reigns, Ye scenes divinely fair! Your maker’s wondrous power proclaim, Tell how He formed your shining frame, And breathed the fluid air. 3 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound! While all th’adoring throngs around His wondrous mercy sing; Let every listening saint above, Wake all the tuneful soul of love, And touch the sweetest string. 4 Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir! Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire The mighty chorus aid; Soon as grey evening gilds the plain, Thou moon, protract the melting strain, And praise Him in the shade. 5 Thou, Heav’n of heav’ns, His vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God! Ye thunders, speak His power! Lo! on the lightning’s gleamy wing In triumph walks th’eternal King, Th’astonished worlds adore. 6 Whate’er the gazing eye can find, The warms or soothes the musing mind, United praise bestow; Ye dragons, sound His dreadful name To Heav’n aloud, and roar acclaim, Ye swelling deeps, below! 7 Let every element rejoice: Ye tempests, raise your mighty voice Praise Him who bid you roll! His praise in softer notes declare Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul. 8 To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow! Ye towering mountains, bending low, Your great creator own! Tell, when affrighted nature shook, How Sinai kindled at His look, And trembled at His frown. 9 Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale, Ye insects fluttering on the gale, In mutual concourse rise! Crop the gay rose’s vermeil bloom, And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume, In incense to the skies. 10 Wake, all ye mounting throngs, and sing! Ye plumy warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise, To Him who shaped your finer mold, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, And tuned your voice to praise. 11 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, The feeling heart, the judging head, In heav’nly praise employ; Spread His tremendous name around, Till Heav’n’s broad arch ring back the sound, The general burst of joy. 12 Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please, Nursed on the silky lap of ease, Fall prostrate at His throne! Ye princes, rulers, all adore! Praise Him, ye kings! who makes your power An image of His own. 13 Ye fair, by nature formed to move, O praise th’eternal source of love With youth’s enlivening fire! Let age take up the tuneful lay, Sigh His blest name—then soar away, And ask an angel’s lyre. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES

Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #13 (1814) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptur'd thought obey, And praise th' almighty name: Let heaven and earth and seas and skies, In one harmonious concert rise, To swell the glorious theme. 2 Ye angels, catch the joyful sound, While all th' adoring throngs around His wondrous mercy sing: Let all who fill the realms above, Awake the tuneful soul of love, And touch the sweetest string. 3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God; Ye thunders, speak his power. Lo! on the lightning's gleamy wing, In triumph rides th' eternal King; Th' astonish'd worlds adore. 4 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise To join the thunders of the skies Praise him who bids you roll. His praise in softer notes declare, Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air, And breath it to the soul. 5 Wake, all ye feather'd throngs, and sing; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise To him, who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, And tun'd your voice to praise. 6 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, the feeling heart, the judging head, In heav'nly praise employ; Spread the Creator's name around, Till heav'n's extended arch rebound The gen'ral burst of joy. Topics: Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English

Begin my soul, th' exalted lay

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #42 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise the Almighty's name: Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise, To swell the inspiring theme. 2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, While all the adoring thrones around His boundless mercy sing: Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love, And touch the sweetest string. 3 Let every element rejoice; Ye thunders, burst with awful voice To Him who bids you roll: His praise, in softer notes, declare Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul. 4 Wake, all ye soaring tribes, and sing; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise To Him, who shaped your finer mould-- Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, And tuned your voice to praise. 5 Let man, by noblest passions swayed, The feeling heart, the judging head, In heavenly praise employ: Spread the Creator's name around, Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound-- The general burst of joy. Topics: God the Father Praise Languages: English

Begin, my soul, the exalted lay

Author: Ogilvie Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #322 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Begin, my soul, the exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise the Almighty name; Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise, To swell the inspiring theme. 2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God; Ye thunders, speak his power; Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing In triumph rides the eternal King The astonished worlds adore. 3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows, rise To join the thunders of the skies; Praise him who bids you roll; His praise in softer notes declare, Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul. Topics: General Praise; Call for Universal Praise Scripture: Psalm 47:6-9

Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay

Hymnal: Hymnal #419 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptured thougjt obey, And praise th' Almighty's Name: Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise, To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, while all the adoring throngs around His boundless mercy sing: Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love, And touch the sweetest string. 3 Whate'er this living world contains, That wings the air or treads the plains, United praise bestow: Ye tenants of the ocean wide, Proclaim Him through the mighty tide, And in the deeps below. 4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, The feeling heart, the judging head, In heavenly praise employ; Spread His tremendous name around, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, The general burst of joy. Topics: The Christian Life Praise Languages: English