Begin, my tongue, some heav’nly theme
And speak some boundless thing;
The mighty works or mightier name
Of our eternal King.

Tell of His wondrous faithfulness
And Sound His pow’r abroad;
Sing the Sweet promise of His grace,
The love and truth of God.

His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.

O might I hear Thy heav’nly tongue
But whisper, “Thou art Mine!”
Those gentle words shall raise my song
To notes almost divine.