口舌当唱属天主题

[1 Begin, my Tongue, some heav'nly Theme,
And speak some boundless Thing,
The mighty Works, or mightier Name,
Of our Eternal King.

2 Tell of his wond'rous Faithfulness,
And sound his Pow'r abroad,
Sing the sweet Promise of his Grace,
And the performing God.

3 Proclaim Salvation from the Lord
For wretchd dying Men;
His Hand has writ the sacred Word
With an immortal Pen.

4 Engrav'd, as in eternal Brass
The mighty Promise shines;
Nor can the Pow'rs of Darkness raze
Those everlasting Lines.]

[5 He that can dash whole Worlds to Death,
And make them 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.

7 He said, Let the wide Heav'n be spread;
And Heav'n was stretch'd abroad!
Abr'am, I'll be thy God, he said,
And he was Abra'm's God.

8 O might I hear thine heav'nly Tongue
But whisper, Thou art mine,
Those gentle Words should raise my Song
To Notes almost divine.

9 How would my leaping Heart rejoice,
And think my Heav'n secure!
I trust the All-creating Voice,
And Faith desires no more.]