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

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

3 Proclaim salvation from the Lord,
For wretched, dying men;
His hand has writ the sacred word
With an immortal pen.

4 Engraved as in eternal brass,
The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the powers of darkness rase
Those everlasting lines.

5 He that can dash whole worlds to death,
And make then when He please;
He speaks, and that almighty breath
Fulfils His great decrees.

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