Worthy of ceaseless praise from all his creatures.
PRAISE ye the Lord, ye’ immortal choirs
That fill the worlds above;
Praise him who form’d you of his fires,
And feeds you with his love.
2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode;
Or veil in shades your thousand eyes
Before your brighter God.
3 Thou restless globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrow’d rays.
4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.
5 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore.
6 Thus while the meaner creatures sing,
Ye mortals, catch the sound;
Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round.
Isaac Watts
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
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