53. Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes

1 Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes
To Him who dwells above the skies;
With your glad notes his praise rehearse
Who form'd the mighty universe.

2 He spoke, and from the womb of night
At once sprang up the cheering light;
Him discord heard and at his nod
Beauty awoke, and spoke the GOD.

3 The word he gave th' obedient sun
Began his glorious grace to run:
Nor silver moon, nor stars delay
To glide along th' etherial way.

4 Teeming with life, air, earth, and sea
Obey th' Almighty's high decree;
To every tribe he gives their food,
Then speaks the whole divinely good.

5 But to complete the wond'rous plan,
From earth and dust he fashions man;
In man the last, in him the best,
The Maker's image stands confest.

6 LORD, while thy glorious works I view,
Form thou my heart and soul anew;
Here bid thy purest light to shine,
And beauty glow with charms divine.

Text Information
First Line: Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes
Publication Date: 1812
Meter: L. M.
Scripture: Genesis 1
Language: English
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