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Text:Hymn 71
Author:Isaac Watts

II.71. Hymn 71

The glories of my Maker God
My joyful voice shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their Former and their King.

'Twas his right hand that shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame;
But from his own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.

We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues;
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th' angelic songs.

Let grov'lling beasts of every shape,
And fowls of every wing,
And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

Ye planets, to his honor shine,
And wheels of nature roll,
Praise him in your unwearied course
Around the steady pole.

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
Title: Hymn 71
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1806
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