O bless the Lord! for the shining sun

1 Oh! bless the Lord! for the shining sun,
For the balmy air, and the brooks that run
Their rippling way to the briny deep,
Where the proud ships sail, and the storm clouds sweep.

2 Oh! bless the Lord! for the cool pure fount,
For the meadows green, and the wood-clad mount;
For eve's calm sky, and her ruddy hue,
For the morn's sweet breath, and her silver dew.

3 Oh! bless the Lord! for the flowers in bloom,
For their living tints, and their high perfume;
For grass and leaves, and for each green thing,
Scatter'd round in grace, by the queen of spring.

4 Oh! bless the Lord! for the warbled strains,
Rising up in joy from the woods and plains;
They teach us love, and they teach us praise:--
Happy birds, we'll join in your wild, sweet lays.

5 Oh! bless the Lord! for the earth and sky,
And for all the stars hung around on high;
They light the way to a happier sphere,
May we sing up there when our songs end here.


Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #75