1 Hark, my dull Soul, how every Thing
Strives to adore our bounteous King!
Hark each a double Tribute pays:
First sings its part and then obeys.
2 Here Nature’s sprightliest, sweetest quire
Their Lord with cheerful Notes admire
And every Day they chant their Lauds,
Th' ecchoing Grove their Song applauds.
3 What tho' their Voices lower be,
The Streams too have their Melody,
Both Night and Day they warbling run,
They never pause but still sing on.
4 All the gay Flow'rs that paint the Spring
Hither their silent Nusick bring;
If Heaven bless them thankful they
Do smell more sweet, and look more gay.
5 Awake from shame my sluggish Heart,
Awake and gladly sing thy part;
Learn ev'n of Birds and Springs and Flowers,
How to emply thy nobler Powers.
6 O call whole Nature to thy aid
Since it was he whole Nature made;
Join we in one Eternal Song,
We who to one God all belong.
7 Live thou for ever, glorious Lord,
Live thou by all thy Works ador'd,
Great One in Three and Three in One,
May all Things bow to thee alone.
Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #C.VIII
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