Come, O My Soul, in Sacred Lays

Verse 1

Come, O my soul, in sacred lays; Attempt thy great Creator’s praise. But, O what tongue can speak His fame? What verse can reach the lofty theme?

Verse 2

Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, We glory like a garment wears; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around Him shine.

Verse 3

In all our Maker’s grand designs, Almighty power with wisdom shines; His works, through all this wondrous frame, Declare the glories of His name.

Verse 4

Raised on devotion’s lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, His glories sing; And let His praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds shall join the song. Amen.