Come, O my soul, in sac­red lays
Attempt thy great cre­at­or’s praise:
But O, what tongue can speak His fame?
What verse can reach the lof­ty theme?
What verse can reach the lof­ty theme?

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.

In all our mak­er’s grand de­signs,
Almighty pow­er, with wis­dom, shines;
His works, through all this won­drous frame,
Declare the glo­ry of His name,
Declare the glo­ry of His name.

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.