Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme

Begin, my tongue, some heav'nly theme
and speak some boundless thing;
The mighty works, or mightier name
of our Eternal King.

Tell of His wondrous faithfulness
and sound His pow'r abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
and the performing God.

Proclaim salvation from the Lord
for wretched, dying men;
His hand has writ the sacred Word
with an immortal pen.

Engraved as in eternal brass
the mighty promise shines;
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze
those everlasting lines.

He that can dash whole worlds to death,
and make them when He please,
He speaks, and that almighty breath
fulfils His great decrees.

His very word of grace is strong
as that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
speaks all the promises.