1 Earth, Sea and Sky, three minstrels,
sung God's wisdom, love and power;
While choirs of angels stooped to hear,
And heaven blessed the hour,
While choirs of angels stooped to hear,
And Heaven blessed the hour.
Sky, with his bright and starry crown,
Among the first was found;
He sung with most enchanting voice--
A voice, without a sound.
Next, Sea from his uplifted waves,
Sent forth, in mighty roar,
His willing tribute to God's praise,
Which died along the shore.
His willing tribute to God's praise,
Which died along the shore.

2 Earth, too, with all her purling rills,
And groves of breezy pine,
Her feathered tribes, her flocks and herds,
Joined in the song divine,
Her feathered tribes, her flocks and herds,
Joined in the song divine.
Sweet was the choral symphony;
But yet there wanted one
To strike the chord of God's free grace,
To erring mortals shown.
Then sing, O Man, with Earth, Sea, Sky!
Sing on! Ye minstrels, four!
Of wisdom, goodness, grace, and power.
Till time shall be no more.
Of wisdom, goodness, grace, and power,
Till time shall be no more.