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1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays;
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise.
But, O what tongue can speak His fame?
What verse can reach the lofty theme?
2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
We 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,
Almighty power with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glories of His name.
4 Raised 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.
Amen.
Source: African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #72
First Line: | Come, O my soul, in sacred lays |
Title: | Come, O My Soul, in Sacred Lays |
Author: | Thomas Blacklock |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Come, 0 my soul, in sacred lays. [Omnipotence.] In Miller's Singers and Songs, &c, 1869, p. 228, in Duffield, 1886, p. 109, and in others this hymn is attributed to "Thomas Blacklock" (p. 144, ii.), but in no instance is the statement supported by satisfactory evidence. We have failed to trace it in any of Blacklock's works.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)