Ye sons of men, with joy record

1 Ye sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound
Through all your tribes the earth around.

2 Let the high heavens your songs invite,
Those spacious fields of brilliant light;
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,
And stars, that shine from pole to pole.

3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes arrayed,
Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and shade;
Peopled with life of various forms,
Fishes and fowls, and beasts and worms.

4 View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns;
That band remotest nations joins,
And on each wave His goodness shines.

5 But O! that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate Love!
God's only Son in flesh arrayed,
For man a bleeding victim made.

6 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar;
There in the Land of Praise adore;
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an undeclining day.

The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799