Ye tribes of Adam, join
With heav’n, and earth, and seas,

Ye tribes of Adam, join
With heav’n, and earth, and seas,
And offer notes divine
To your Creator’s praise:
      Ye holy throng
      Of angels bright,
      In worlds of light,
      Begin the song.

Thou sun with dazzling rays,
And moon that rules the night,
Shine to your Maker’s praise,
With stars of twinkling light:
      His power declare,
      Ye floods on high,
      And clouds that fly
      In empty air.

The shining worlds above
In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move,
By his supreme command:
      He spake the word,
      And all their frame
      From nothing came,
      To praise the Lord.

He moved their mighty wheels
In unknown ages past,
And each his word fulfils
While time and nature last:
      In diff’rent ways
      His works proclaim
      His wondrous name,
      And speak his praise.

Pause.

Let all the earth-born race,
And monsters of the deep
The fish that cleave the seas,
Or in their bosom sleep;
      From sea and shore
      Their tribute pay,
      And still display
      Their Maker’s power.

Ye vapors, hail, and snow,
Praise ye th’ almighty Lord,
And stormy winds that blow,
To execute his word:
      When lightnings shine,
      Or thunders roar,
      Let earth adore
      His hand divine.

Ye mountains near the skies,
With lofty cedars there,
And trees of humbler size,
That fruit in plenty bear;
      Beasts wild and tame,
      Birds, flies, and worms,
      In various forms,
      Exalt his name.

Ye kings and judges, fear
The Lord, the sovereign King;
And while you rule us here,
His heav’nly honors sing;
      Nor let the dream
      Of power and state
      Make you forget
      His power supreme.

Virgins and youths, engage
To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age
Their feebler voices join:
      Wide as he reigns
      His name be sung
      By every tongue
      In endless strains.

Let all the nations fear
The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,
And makes them taste his love:
      While earth and sky
      Attempt his praise,
      His saints shall raise
      His honors high.

~ Isaac Watts

 

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