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BEGIN my tongue a heavenly theme, Of boundless wonders sing: The mighty works and holy name Of our eternal King! |
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2 | Tell of His wondrous faithfulness, And sound His love abroad; Sing of the promises of grace, And the fulfilling Lord! |
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3 | His very word of grace is strong As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises. |
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4 | He Who can dash the stars to death, And make them as He please; He speaks, and that almighty breath Fulfils His great decrees. |
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5 | O, might I hear His heavenly tongue But whisper, ‘Thou art mine!’ Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. |
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6 | How would my leaping heart rejoice, And think my Heaven secure! I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |