Classic Poem

I.

Lord, all these works of thine
Become thy hand divine,
And pious thoughts inspire:
While all thy greatness prove,
Thee I admire and love,
Love and admire.

II.

The world's a temple, where
Thy creatures all appear
To offer praise and prayer:
The rocks, and hills and trees,
On earth, in air, in seas,
Thy altars are.

III.

The scaly troops that sweep
Thro' regions of the deep,
The beasts that feed and stray
Thro' mountains woods and plains,
Confess Jehovah reigns,
And homage pay.

IV.

The feather'd tribe that swims
In air, with various hymns
Sound thro' the groves thy name;
While impious men alone
Thy name, thy truth, thy throne
Dare to blaspheme.