Celestial Worlds ! your Maker's Name
Resound thro' e'ery shining Coast;
Our God a greater Praise will claim,
Where he unfolds his Glories moft.
Mortals can you refrain your Tongue ?
When Nature all around you fings;
O for a Shout from Old and Young,
From humble Swains and lofty Kings ;
Wide as his vast Dominion lies,
Make the Creator's Name be known,
Loud as his Thunder fhout his Praise,
And Sound it lofty as his Throne.
Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious Word,
O may it dwell on every Tongue,
But Saints who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest Song ;
Speak of the Wonders of that Love,
Which Gabriel plays on every Chord,
From all below and all above,
Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord.
COME, Thou Almighty King,
Help us thy Name to fing,
Help us to praise !
O'er all Victorious
Come, and reign over us,
Antient of Days.