1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise;
But O! what tongue can speak His fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
2 Enthroned amidst 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, thro’ all this wondrous frame,
Bear the great impress of His name.
4 Rais’d 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.
Source: Worship and Service #188