1 The glories of my maker God
My joyful voice shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their former and their king.

2 ’Twas His right hand that shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame;
But from His own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues;
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th’angelic songs.

4 Let groveling beasts of every shape,
And fowls of every wing,
And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

5 Ye planets, to His honor shine,
And wheels of nature roll,
Praise Him in your unwearied course
Around the steady pole.

6 The brightness of our maker’s name
The wide creation fills,
And His unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond the heav’nly hills.