A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#13

13. Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay

1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay;
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' almighty name:
Let heaven and earth and seas and skies,
In one harmonious concert rise,
To swell the glorious theme.

2 Ye angels, catch the joyful sound,
While all th' adoring throngs around
His wondrous mercy sing:
Let all who fill the realms above,
Awake the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;
Ye thunders, speak his power.
Lo! on the lightning's gleamy wing,
In triumph rides th' eternal King;
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.

4 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
To join the thunders of the skies
Praise him who bids you roll.
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breath it to the soul.

5 Wake, all ye feather'd throngs, and sing;
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise
To him, who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

6 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
the feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heav'n's extended arch rebound
The gen'ral burst of joy.

Text Information

• First Line: Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay
• Meter: P. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Praise and Thanksgiving

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