The Psalms of David ‎#II.LXXI

II.LXXI. The Glories of my Maker God

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

• First Line: The Glories of my Maker God
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Creation; Creatures praise the Lord

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