By thee with bliss, O bounteous Lord, both heav'n and earth are stor'd. This world, so great, so wonderful, Thy mighty hand has fram'd.

For ever blessed be His pow'r! His name be ever magnified!

Of stars the fairest, o how sweet thy smile at dawning morn! How brighten'st thou, O sun, the day, thou eye and soul of all!

Proclaim in your extended course the glorious pow'r and might of God!

And thou that rul'st the silent night, and all ye starry host, proclaim His praise in choral songs about!

Ye mighty elements by his pow'r who ceaseless changes make, ye dusky mists and dewy steams, that rise and fall thro' th'air,

The praise of God our Lord resounds! Great is His name, and great His might.

Ye purling fountains tune His praise, and wave your tops ye pines! Ye plants exhale, ye flowers breathe to Him your balmy scent!

Ye that on mountains stately tread, and ye, that lowly creep, ye birds, that sing at heaven's gate, and ye, that swim the stream,

Ye creatures all extol the Lord! Him celebrate, Him magnify!

Ye valleys, hills, and shady woods, our raptur'd notes ye heard from morn to eve you shall repeat our grateful hymns of praise.

Hail, bounteous Lord! Almighty, hail! Thy word call'd forth this wond'rous frame. The heav'ns and earth thy pow'r adore we praise Thee now and evermore.