I know not the song of thy praises,
Till Thou teach it, my God, to me;
Till I hear the still voice of thy Spirit,
Who speaketh for ever of Thee;
Till I hear the celestial singing,
And learn the new song of thy grace,
And then I shall tell forth the marvels
I learnt in thy secret place.
Thy marvels, not mine, far surpassing
All thoughts of my heart they must be;
I can but declare the glad tidings,
As Thou hast declared them to me.