He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God. Psalm 40:3
Words: Anson D. F. Randolph (1820–1896).
If you know where to get a good photo of Randolph or Mason (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you send us an e-mail?
Oh, endless theme of ne’er ceasing song
And music, wakened by supremest love!
How hath it broke from feeble lips and strong,
The power divine, and matchless grace to prove.
Christ, Son of God, and Christ, Son of man;
Christ on the cross, and Christ in kingly reign.
So thro’ the ages, since the song began,
With swelling hosts the saints repeat the strain.
Thus thro’ the years of long ages ago,
Thus in the changes of these latter days:
One only Lord, our Lord, above, below,
And He the object of our endless praise.
Come, Thou and touch our lips, that we may sing;
Come fill our hearts with love to overflow:
Our Lord, our life, we would some tribute bring,
And tell the world how much to Thee we owe.