Soon as faith the Lord can see,

Soon as faith the Lord can see,
Bleeding on the cross for me,
Quick my idols all depart,
Jesus gets and fills my heart.

None among the sons of men,
None among the heavenly train,
Can with Jesus then compare;
None so sweet and none so fair.

Then my tongue would fain express
All his love and loveliness;
But I lisp and falter forth
Broken words, not half his worth.

Vexed, I try and try again;
Still my efforts all are vain;
Living tongues are dumb at best;
We must die to speak of Christ.

Blessèd is the upper saint,
Who can praise and never faint,
Gazing on thee evermore,
And with flaming heart adore.

Let the Lord a smile bestow
On his lisping babes below,
That will keep their infant tongue
Prattling of him all day long.