NOW to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue! Hosanna to the 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 labour of Thy hands; The radiant lustre of His eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies.
Grace! ’tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus’ name; Let angels dwell upon the sound, And heavens reflect it to the ground!
O, may I live to reach the place Where He unveils His glorious face; There all His beauties to behold, And sing His name to harps of gold!
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748