Classic Poem

Angels holy,
High and lowly,
Sing the praises of the Lord!
Earth and sky, all living Nature,
Man, the stamp of thy Creator, —
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Sun and noon bright,
Night and moon-light,
Starry temples azure-floored,
Cloud and rain, and wild winds' madness,
Sons of God that shout for gladness, —
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Ocean hoary,
Tell his story!
Cliffs where tumbling seas have roared,
Mighty mountains, purple-breasted,
Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy-crested, —
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Bond and free man,
Land and sea man,
Earth, with peoples widely stored,
Wanderer lone o'er prairies ample,
Full-voiced choir in costly temple, —
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Praise him ever,
Bounteous Giver,
Praise him, Father, Friend and Lord!
Each glad soul its free course winging,
Each glad voice its free song singing, —
Praise the great and mighty Lord!