1 Attend, my soul, the voice divine,
And mark what beaming glories shine
Around thy condescending God!
To us, to us, he still proclaims
his awful, his endearing names;
Attend, and sound them all abroad.
2 "Jehovah I, the sovereign Lord,
The mighty God, by Heaven adored,
Down to the earth my footsteps bend;
My heart the tenderest pity knows,
Goodness full-streaming wide o'erflows,
And grace and truth shall never end.
3 "My patience long can crimes endure:
My pardoning love is ever sure,
When penitential sorrow mourns;
To Millions, through unnumbered years,
New hope and new delight it bears;
Yet wrath against the sinner burns."
4 Make haste, my soul, the vision meet,
All-prostrate at thy sovereign's feet,
And drink the tuneful accents in;
Speak on, my Lord, repeat the voice;
Diffuse these heart-expanding joys,
Till Heaven complete the rapturous scene.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799