Awake, my tougue, thy tribute bring

Awake, my tougue, thy tribute bring 

1. Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring

To Him Who gave thee pow'r to sing;

Praise Him who is all praise above

The sources of wisdom of love.

2. How vast His knowledge, how profound!

A deep where all our tho’ts are drowned;

The stars He numbers, and their names

He gives to all those heav’nly

flames:

3. Thro’ each bright world above, behold

Ten thousand thousand charms unfold;

Earth, air, and mighty seas combine

To speak His wisdom all divine.

4. But in redemption, O what grace!

Its wonders, O what tho’t can -race!

Here, wisdom shines for ever bright;

Praise Him, my soul, with sweet delight.