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Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
awake, my voice, and sing
the mighty works or mightier name
of our eternal King.
Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
and sound his power abroad;
sing the sweet promise of his grace,
the quickening word of God.
Proclaim salvation from the Lord
for wretched, dying men;
his hand has writ the sacred word
with an immortal pen.
His every word of grace is strong
as that which built the skies;
the voice that rolls the stars along
speaks all the promises.
Now shall my fainting heart rejoice
to know thy favor sure;
I trust the all-creating voice,
and faith desires no more.