Ye tribes of Adam, join
With heav’n and earth and seas,
And offer notes divine
To your Creator’s praise:
Ye holy throng
Of angels bright,
In worlds of light,
Begin the song.

Thou sun, with dazzling rays,
And moon, that rul’st the night,
Shine to your Maker’s praise,
With stars of twinkling light:
His pow’r declare,
Ye floods on high,
And clouds that fly
In empty air.

The shining worlds above
In glor’ous order stand,
Or in swift courses move,
By His supreme command:
He spake the word,
And all their frame
From nothing came
To praise the Lord.

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