Now to the Lord a noble song!

Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue;

Hosannah to th' Eternal Name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.

See where it shines in Jesus' face,

The brightest image of his grace;

God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his mightiest works outdone.

The spacious earth and spreading flood

Proclaim the wise and powerful God;

And thy rich glories from afar

Sparkle in every rolling star.

But in his looks a glory stands,

The noblest labor of thine hands;

The pleasing lustre of his eyes

Outshines the wonders of the skies.

Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;

My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:

Ye angels, dwell upon the sound!

Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!

O may I live to reach the place

Where he unveils his lovely face!

Where all his beauties you behold,

And sing his name to harps of gold!