1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise:
But oh, what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach his name?
2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of his name.
4 Raise on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song.
|First Line:||Come, O my soul, in sacred lays|
|Topic:||Attributes of God: Omnipotence; Omnipotence and Wisdom|