1 Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
And speak some wondrous thing
The mighty works or mightier name
Of our eternal King.

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
And sound his praise abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.

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

4 Let every tongue his goodness speak,
The sovereign Lord of all;
Whose gracious hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.

5 O, might I hear that heavenly tongue
But whisper, "Thou art mine,"
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.