Poems (Hale)/"All thy works shall praise Thee"
"ALL THY WORKS SHALL PRAISE THEE, AND THY SAINTS SHALL BLESS THEE."
One universal strain of praiseCreation 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.
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.
Eternal Father! King divine!Grant we may meet around Thy shrine,And wake to Thee that strain on high,Whose melody shall never die.