All Nature’s Works His Praise Declare

All na­ture’s works His praise de­clare

To whom they all be­long;

There is a voice in ev­ery star

In ev­ery breeze a song.

Sweet mu­sic fills the world abroad

With strains of love and pow­er;

The stor­my sea sings praise to God

The thun­der and the show­er.

To God the tribes of ocean cry

And birds up­on the wing;

To God the pow­ers that dwell on high

Their tune­ful trib­ute bring.

Like them

let us the throne sur­round

With them loud chor­us raise

While in­stru­ments of lof­ti­er sound

Assist our fee­ble praise.

Great God

to Thee we con­se­crate

Our voic­es and our skill;

We bid the peal­ing or­gan wait

To speak alone Thy will.

O

teach its rich and swell­ing notes

To lift our souls on high;

And while the mu­sic round us floats

Let earth born pas­sions die.