Awake, my tongue, thy tri­bute bring
To Him who gave thee pow­er to sing;
Praise Him who is all praise above,
The source of wis­dom and of love.

How vast His know­ledge, how pro­found!
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned;
The stars He num­bers, and their names
He gives to all those hea­ven­ly flames.

Through each bright world above, be­hold
Ten thou­sand, thou­sand charms un­fold;
Earth, air, and migh­ty seas com­bine
To speak His wis­dom all di­vine.

But in re­demp­tion, O what grace!
Its won­ders, O what thought can trace!
Here, wis­dom shines for­ev­er bright;
Praise Him, my soul, with sweet de­light.