(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
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,
The love and truth of God.
His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the Promises.
O might I hear Thy heav’nly tongue
But whisper, “Thou art Mine!”
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.