1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays
Attempt thy great Creator's praise:
But O, what tongue can speak His fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
2 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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First Line: | Come, O my soul, in sacred lays |
Title: | God's Unspeakable Glory |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |