Begin, my soul, the exalted lay

Verse 1

Begin, my soul, the exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise the Almighty name; Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise, To swell the inspiring theme.

Verse 2

Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God; Ye thunders, speak his power; Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing In triumph rides the eternal King The astonished worlds adore.

Verse 3

Ye deeps, with roaring billows, rise To join the thunders of the skies; Praise him who bids you roll; His praise in softer notes declare, Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul.