The Hymn, called the Benedicte of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, Paraphrased. Christian Philosophy

Let this great wondrous frame,
And all God's works therein,
On which his glorious name
Inscrib'd is clearly seen,
Jehovah bless,
To magnifie The Lord most high
His praise express.

Ye holy Angels bright,
Who see Jehovah's face,
Where his Life, Love and Light
Make heav'n a glorious place.
The Lord still praise,
His Majesty Still magnifie,
Bless him always.

Ye heav'ns so high and great,
In glory which excel,
The blessed holy seat
Where Christ and Angels dwell,
His praise shew forth;
Him magnifie More gloriously
Than we on earth.

Ye unseen Powers above,
Which mortals little know;
Who under God do move,
And rule the things below,
Praise ye God's name,
As all his will Ye do fulfil,
Bless ye the same.

Let the great glorious Sun,
Earth's mover, life, and light;
And the resplendent Moon,
Which shines to us by night,
God's Glory show,
Praise and declare Him whose ye are,
To us below.

Ye numerous Stars of light,
Great Orbs, and glorious all;
Though here to Mortals sight
By distance ye seem small;
Your wondrous frame,
So great and high, Doth magnifie
The Lord's great name.

Ye clouds and showers of rain,
And earth-refreshing dew;
Which do its store maintain,
And all its fruits renew.
To all mens sense,
Of us God's care, You do declare,
And providence.

Ye unseen winds that blow
When and where God commands,
Moving the air below,
Both over sea and lands;
The Lord most high,
Your unknown course, And potent force
Do magnifie.

God's wondrous work, call'd FIRE,
Whose substance near and great
We know not, but admire
Its motion, light, and heat,
Doth intimate
What spirits are, God's praise declare,
And celebrate.

Winter's and Summer's course,
The year's revolving times,
Keep still by Divine force
In their prescribed lines.
Each day and hour
Do glorifie The Lord most high,
And praise his power.

The sharp congealing cold,
The Frost, the Ice, and Snow
We feel, and do behold,
But not their secrets know.
These praise the Lord,
Who doth command Both Sea and Land,
And all the World.

The glorious Heav'n-born light,
Earth's beauty, joy, and guide;
Black darkness, silent night,
When men in rest abide.
Both nights and days
Bless our great Lord, Obey his word,
And speak his praise.

Lightnings and Tempests fierce
Make sinful mortals quake;
Thunders the mountains pierce,
God makes the earth to shake.
All these proclaim
And dreadfully, Do magnifie
The Lord's great name.

In this great fruitful earth,
(Though small to all the rest)
Where mortals have their birth,
God's greatness is exprest.
Its numerous train
Doth bless our God, and all abroad
His praise proclaim.

Ye mountains vast and tall,
Even with the cloudy sky,
Whence all below seem small
Which in the Valleys lye.
You to man's eye
The power of God Shew all abroad,
And magnifie.

The fields and fruitful ground,
Each plant and beauteous flower,
Where God's sweet gifts abound,
Which shew his love and power.
All this rich store
High praises gives To him that lives
For evermore.

Fountains and pleasant springs
Sweet streams that never rest,
Food, health, and pleasure brings,
Refreshing man and beast.
These always flow,
Praising God's love, Which from above
Feeds all below.

The Ocean deep and wide
Is in God's eye and hand;
And Rivers all that glide
To it from every land.
God's wonders there,
Which dreadfully Him magnifie,
To all appear.

Great Whales dwell in this deep,
The fish in wondrous store
God there doth feed and keep,
And brings for man to shore.
Out of man's sight
These glorifie The Lord most high,
And praise his might.

The fowls that fly in air,
And sweetly sing on earth,
God's chore that praise him are,
And shew his glory forth.
To our Great King
All these rejoyce With chearful voice,
And to him sing.

The beasts of divers sorts,
The wild, servile, and tame,
God makes, feeds, and supports,
To glorifie his Name.
To this design'd,
The Lord they bless, His praise express
Each in his kind.

O man, to whom all these
Thy God hath servants made,
This God to LOVE and PRAISE
Should be thy life and trade.
Learn and be wise,
Will only ye The Rebels be,
And God despise?

Return man to thy Lord,
Follow not vanity;
Trust and obey his word,
And trust not to a lye.
He is thy God,
Now seek his face, Obey his grace,
Prevent his Rod.

O ye his chosen flock,
Brought near him by his love,
His Church built on the Rock,
Redeem'd for Joys above.
Your God adore,
Your voices raise, And sing his praise
For evermore.

Ye sacred Priests of God,
Whose worship ye attend;
Whose house is your abode,
Your days there sweetly spend.
Unweariedly
Spread ye his fame, His holy name
There sanctifie.

All ye that serve the Lord,
Devoted to his will,
Rul'd by his holy word,
Trust and obey him still.
In him rejoyce,
And magnifie The Lord most high
With heart and voice.

Ye spirits of the just,
Advanc'd by saving grace,
Who here in Christ did trust,
And now behold his face.
In heav'n above
You joyfully There magnifie
The God of Love.

All Saints in heav'n and earth,
In whom Love's holy fire,
Kindled in the new birth,
Towards God doth still aspire.
Spend life and days,
Redeem'd for this, The work of bliss,
The Lord to praise.

With these, Lord, number me,
Let love draw up my soul;
From all its bonds set free,
Let nothing it controul.
That I to please
And magnifie The Lord most high
May never cease.

One God in Trinity,
Let heaven and earth adore,
From all Eternity
The same for evermore.
All Glory's his,
Who needing none, Himself his own
Perfection is.