Now to the Lord a Noble Song

Now to the Lord a noble Song!
Awake, my Soul; awake, my Tongue;
Hosanna to th' eternal Name,
And all his boundless Love proclaim.
2 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 out-done.

The spacious Earth, and spreading Flood
Proclaim the wise, the pow'rful God;
And thy rich Glories from afar
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling Star.
4 But in his Looks a Glory stands,
The noblest Labour of thine Hands;
The pleasing Lustre of his Eyes
Out-shines 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!
6 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!