XXXV. Relishing the divine Goodness.

TRIUMPHANT, LORD, thy Goodness
Thro' all the wide celestial Plains; [reigns
And it's full Streams redundant flow
Down to th' Abodes of Men below.

Thro' Nature's Works it's Glories shine:
The Cares of Providence are thine:
And Grace erects our ruin'd Frame
A fairer Temple to thy Name.

O give to ev'ry human Heart
To taste, and feel how good thou art!
With grateful Love, and rev'rend Fear,
To know, how blest thy Children are.

Let Nature burst into a Song:
Ye echoing Hills, the Notes prolong:
Earth, Seas, and Stars your Anthems raise,
All vocal with your Maker's Praise.

Ye Saints, with Joy the Theme persue;
Its sweetest Notes belong to you;
Chose by this condescending King
For ever round his Throne to sing.