Text: | Come, O My Soul, in Sacred Lays |
Author: | Thomas Blacklock |
Tune: | PARK STREET |
Composer: | Frederick M A Venua |
1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise;
But O what tongue can speak His fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine.
Ten thousand suns around Him shine.
3 In all our Maker’s grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous fame,
Declare the glories of His name.
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.
Till listening worlds shall join the song.
AMEN.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, O my soul, in sacred lays |
Title: | Come, O My Soul, in Sacred Lays |
Author: | Thomas Blacklock |
Meter: | L M |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1999 |
Topic: | Adoration and Praise |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | PARK STREET |
Composer: | Frederick M A Venua |
Meter: | L M |
Key: | G Major or modal |