Now may the Lord reveal His face,
And teach our stamm’ring tongues
To make His glor’ous reign of grace
The subject of our songs.
No sweeter subject can invite
A sinner’s heart to sing,
Or more display the sov’reign right
Of our exalted King.
This subject fills the starry plains
With wonder, joy, and love,
And furnishes the noblest strains
For all the harps above.
Recordings none
