Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#II.LXXI

II.LXXI. Praise to God from all creatures

1 The glories of my Maker, God,
My joyful voice shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their Former and their King.

2 'Twas his right-hand that shap'd our clay,
And wrought this human frame;
But from his own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal pow'rs to God,
And worship with our tongues;
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th' angelic songs.

4 Let grov'ling beasts of ev'ry shape,
And fowls of ev'ry wing,
And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

5 Ye planets to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll:
Praise him in your unwearyied course
Around the steady pole.

6 The brightness of our maker's name
The wide creation fills.
And his unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond th' heav'nly hills.

Text Information

• First Line: The glories of my Maker, God
• Title: Praise to God from all creatures
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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