Isaac Watts · 555 of 724

Hymn 47

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!