The Voice of Praise ‎#53

53. Come, O my soul, in sacred lays

1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise:
But oh, what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach his name?

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.

3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of his name.

4 Raise 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, O my soul, in sacred lays
• Author: Blacklock
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Psalm 104:1-2
  ;
  Psalm 111:2-3
  ;
  Ezekiel 43:2
• Topic: Attributes of God: Omnipotence; Omnipotence and Wisdom

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