1 Let the high heav'ns your songs invite;
Those spacious fields of brilliant light,
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,
And stars that glow from pole to pole.
2 Sing earth in verdant robes array'd,
Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and shade;
Peopled with life of various forms,
Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms.
3 View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns.
That band remotest nations joins;
And on each wave his goodness shines.
4 But O! that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
God's only Son, in flesh array'd,
For man a bleeding victim made!
5 Thither my soul, with rapture soar;
There in the land of praise adore!
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlasting day.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #25
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