BEGIN my tongue a heavenly theme,
   Of boundless wonders sing:
The mighty works and holy name
    Of our eternal King!
2  Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
    And sound His love abroad;
Sing of the promises of grace,
    And the fulfilling Lord!
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.
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.
5  O, might I hear His heavenly tongue
    But whisper, ‘Thou art mine!’
Those gentle words should raise my song
    To notes almost divine.
6  How would my leaping heart rejoice,
    And think my Heaven secure!
I trust the all-creating voice,
    And faith desires no more.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748