Hymn on the Power of God

Hail ! Power Divine, whose sole command
From the dark empty space
Made the broad sea and solid land
Smile with a heavenly grace ;

Made the high mountain and firm rock,
Where bleating cattle stray ;
And the strong, stately, spreading oak,
That intercepts the day.

The rolling planets thou mad'st move,
By thy effective will ;
And the revolving globes above
Their destined course fulfil.

His mighty power, ye thunders, praise,
As through the heavens you roll ;
And his great name, ye lightnings, blaze
Unto the distant pole.

Ye seas, in your eternal roar
His sacred praise proclaim ;
While the inactive sluggish shore
Re-echoes to the same.

Ye howling winds, howl out his praise,
And make the forests bow ;
While through the air, the earth, and seas
His solemn praise ye blow.

O you, ye high harmonious spheres,
Your powerful mover sing ;
To him, your circling course that steers,
Your tuneful praises bring.

Ungrateful mortals, catch the sound,
And in your numerous lays
To all the listening world around
The God of nature praise.