Poems (Hale)/"All thy works shall praise Thee"
"ALL THY WORKS SHALL PRAISE THEE, AND THY SAINTS SHALL BLESS THEE."
One universal strain of praise
Creation to its God shall raise;
Its matin song, its vesper tone,
Swell ceaseless to its Maker's throne.
Creation to its God shall raise;
Its matin song, its vesper tone,
Swell ceaseless to its Maker's throne.
Morn wakes for Him its radiant beam;
Him starry midnight makes its theme;
Their anthem strains His children bring,
While prayer lifts up its sacred wing.
Him starry midnight makes its theme;
Their anthem strains His children bring,
While prayer lifts up its sacred wing.
Yet notes more holy shall ascend,
With angel harmony to blend:
Praise in His earthly courts is given;
Praise tunes the harps of saints in heaven.
With angel harmony to blend:
Praise in His earthly courts is given;
Praise tunes the harps of saints in heaven.
Eternal Father! King divine!
Grant we may meet around Thy shrine,
And wake to Thee that strain on high,
Whose melody shall never die.
Grant we may meet around Thy shrine,
And wake to Thee that strain on high,
Whose melody shall never die.