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 honor shine,
And wheels of nature roll;
Praise him in your unweary'd 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.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCLXV