Universal Praise

Hark, my dull Soul, how every Thing Strives to adore our bounteous King. Hark, each a double Tribute pays: First sings its part and then obeys.

Here Nature's sprightliest, sweetest Quire Their Lord with chearful Notes admire And every Day they chant their Lauds, Th' ecchoing Grove their Song applauds.

What tho' their Voices lower be, The Streams too have their Melody, Both Night and Day they warbling run, They never pause but still sing on.

All The gay Flow'rs that paint the Spring Hither their silent Musick bring; If Heaven bless them thaukful they Do smell more sweet, and look more gay.

Awake from Shame my sluggish Heart, Awake and glady sing they part, Learn ev'n of Birds and Springs and Flowers How to employ thy nobler Powers.

O call whole Nature to thy aid Since it was he whole Nature made: Join we in one Eternal Song, We who to one God all belong.

Live thou for ever, glorious Lord, Live thou by all thy Works ador'd, Great-One in Three and Three in One May all Things bow to thee alone.