In rapturous song I would swell the grand theme,
And my tribute of thanksgiving bring.
Oh! here is the mystery,—give glory to God;
The blessing is coming e’en now.
I’ll sing hallelujah, I’ll praise and adore,
And low in humility bow.
With the Psalmist, I cry, Come praise ye the Lord,
Praise and glory to God now belong;
My heart with my hands, lift to God in the Heavens,
Giving praise with the angelic throng.