| Song | Begin My Soul The Lofty Strain |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | Begin My Soul The Lofty Strain |
| Theme(s) | God In Creation |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
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Begin My Soul The Lofty Strain,
In Solemn Accents Sing
A Sacred Hymn Of Grateful Praise
To Heaven’s Almighty King.
Ye Curling Fountains, As Ye Roll
Your Silver Waves Along,
Whisper To All Your Verdant Shores
The Subject Of My Song.
Retain It Long, Ye Echoing Rocks
The Sacred Sound Retain,
And From Your Hollow Winding Caves
Return It Oft Again.
Bear It, Ye Winds, On All Your Wings,
To Distant Climes Away,
And Round The Wide-Extended World
The Lofty Theme Convey.
Take The Glad Burden Of His Name,
Ye Clouds, As You Arise,
Whether To Deck The Golden Morn
Or Shade The Evening Skies.
Whilst We, With Sacred Rapture Fired,
The Great Creator Sing,
And Utter Consecrated Lays
To Heaven’s Eternal King.
