Ingratitude Reproved

Ye warblers of the vernal shade,
Whose artless music charms my ear,
Your lively songs my heart upbraid,
My languid heart how insincere!
While all your little powers collected, raise
A tribute to your great Creator's praise,

Ye lovely offspring of the ground,
Flowers of a thousand beauteous dyes,
You spread your Maker's glory round,
And breathe your odours to the skies:
Unsully'd you display your lively bloom,
Unmingled you present your sweet perfume

Ye winds, that waft the fragrant spring,
You whisp'ring spread his name abroad,
Or shake the air with sounding wing,
And speak the awful power of God:
His will, with swift obedience, you perform,
Or in the gentle gale, or dreadful storm.

Ye radiant orbs, that guide the day,
Or deck the sable veil of night;
His wond'rous glory you display,
Whose hand imparts your useful light:
Your constant task, unweary'd, you pursue,
Nor deviate from the path your Maker drew.

My God, shall ev'ry creature join
In praises to thy glorious name,
And this ungrateful heart of mine
Refuse the universal theme?
Well may the stars and winds, the birds and flowers,
Reprove the heart that brings not all its pow'rs.

Thy grace this languid heart can raise,
These dissipated pow'rs unite,
Can bid me pay my debt of praise
With love sincere, and true delight;
O let thy grace inspire my heart, my tongue!
Then shall I grateful join creation's song.