Begin, my tongue,some heav'n - ly theme, And speak some bound-less

Praise,Lord,for Thee in Zi on waits;Pray'r shall be - siege Thy tem ple gates:

All flesh shall to Thy throne re-pair, And find,thro' Christ,salva- tion there. A-men.

2 How blest Thy saints! how safely led, 4 The year is with Thy goodness crowned;
How surely kept, how richly fed!
Saviour of all in earth and sea,
How happy they who rest in Thee!
3 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills;
Evening and morning hymn Thy praise,
And earth Thy bounty wide displays.

The clouds drop wealth the world around;
Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing,
And nature smiles, and owns her King.
5 Lord, on our souls Thine influence pour;
The moral waste within restore:
O let Thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee.
Rev. HENRY F. LYTE, 1834