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II.LXX | The Psalms of David#II.LXXI | II.LXXII |
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 Mature roll,
Praise him in your unwearied Course
Around the steady Pole.
6 The Brightness of our Maker's Name
The wide Creation fills,
And his unbounded Grandeur flies
Beyond the heav'nly Hills.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The Glories of my Maker God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1769 |
Topic: | Creation; Creatures praise the Lord |