Worship
Blacklock
COME, O my soul, in sacred lays,
And sing thy great Creator’s praise:
But oh, what tongue can speak His fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
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Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine.
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In all our Maker’s grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of His name.
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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.