Hymn
Who gave the sun his noon-day light,
Who taught the moon to shine by night,
Whose hands the sheet of heaven unroll'd,
All set with stars like drops of gold?
Who gave the winds their course to know?
The ocean tides to ebb and flow?
And day and night preserve their bounds,
And changing seasons know their rounds?
Could man conceive the vast design?
Could he the grand machine combine?
Stretch his weak hands from pole to pole,
And bid them on their centre roll?
Could man, with
The humblest blade of grass tha grows?
Or at his will ordain to be,
The smallest insect that we see?
'Twas God who gave creation birth,
Who form'd this wondrous globe of earth,
And breathed throughout the mighty whole,
The likeness of a living soul.
Bow then to God, O all that live!
To God eternal praises give!
Who fashion'd by his mighty hand,
Sun, moon, and stars, and sea, and land.
Who gave the sun his noon-day light,
Who taught the moon to shine by night,
Whose hands the sheet of heaven unroll'd,
All set with stars like drops of gold?
Who gave the winds their course to know?
The ocean tides to ebb and flow?
And day and night preserve their bounds,
And changing seasons know their rounds?
Could man conceive the vast design?
Could he the grand machine combine?
Stretch his weak hands from pole to pole,
And bid them on their centre roll?
Could man, with all his skill, compose
The humblest blade of grass tha grows?
Or at his will ordain to be,
The smallest insect that we see?
'Twas God who gave creation birth,
Who form'd this wondrous globe of earth,
And breathed throughout the mighty whole,
The likeness of a living soul.
Bow then to God, O all that live!
To God eternal praises give!
Who fashion'd by his mighty hand,
Sun, moon, and stars, and sea, and land.
Who taught the moon to shine by night,
Whose hands the sheet of heaven unroll'd,
All set with stars like drops of gold?
Who gave the winds their course to know?
The ocean tides to ebb and flow?
And day and night preserve their bounds,
And changing seasons know their rounds?
Could man conceive the vast design?
Could he the grand machine combine?
Stretch his weak hands from pole to pole,
And bid them on their centre roll?
Could man, with
The humblest blade of grass tha grows?
Or at his will ordain to be,
The smallest insect that we see?
'Twas God who gave creation birth,
Who form'd this wondrous globe of earth,
And breathed throughout the mighty whole,
The likeness of a living soul.
Bow then to God, O all that live!
To God eternal praises give!
Who fashion'd by his mighty hand,
Sun, moon, and stars, and sea, and land.
Who gave the sun his noon-day light,
Who taught the moon to shine by night,
Whose hands the sheet of heaven unroll'd,
All set with stars like drops of gold?
Who gave the winds their course to know?
The ocean tides to ebb and flow?
And day and night preserve their bounds,
And changing seasons know their rounds?
Could man conceive the vast design?
Could he the grand machine combine?
Stretch his weak hands from pole to pole,
And bid them on their centre roll?
Could man, with all his skill, compose
The humblest blade of grass tha grows?
Or at his will ordain to be,
The smallest insect that we see?
'Twas God who gave creation birth,
Who form'd this wondrous globe of earth,
And breathed throughout the mighty whole,
The likeness of a living soul.
Bow then to God, O all that live!
To God eternal praises give!
Who fashion'd by his mighty hand,
Sun, moon, and stars, and sea, and land.
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