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?

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.

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.

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.