Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912
Come, Sound His Praise Abroad

     Isaac Watts                                         L. Smith

Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal King.

He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry wolds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and nor our own;
He formed us by his word.


© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman