Come, O My Soul, in Sacred Lays

Come, O my soul, in sacred lays
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise:
But O, what tongue can speak His fame?
What verse can reach the lofty theme?
What verse can reach the lofty theme?

Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine.

In all our Maker’s grand designs,
Almighty power, with wisdom, shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of His Name,
Declare the glory of His Name.

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,
Till listening worlds shall join the song.

Author: Thomas Blacklock

Year: 1754

This hymn is an 18th-century paraphrase of Psalm 104, first published in Blacklock's 1754 collection. Some later hymnals attribute it simply as "Anonymous" or from a "Scotch Paraphrase," but the original author is Thomas Blacklock.