Scripture Verse

Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice. Psalm 96:12

Introduction

Words: John Aus­tin (1613–1669).

Music: Lyne Mag­da­len Cha­pel Hymns, cir­ca 1760 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Austin (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King;
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its parts, and then obeys.

Nature’s chief and sweetest choir
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.

Though their voices lower be,
Streams have too their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

All the flowers that gild the spring
Hither their still music bring;
If heaven bless them, thankful, they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.

Only we can scarce afford
This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things gives, and nothing owes.

Wake! for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake! and gladly sing thy part;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.

Call whole nature to thy aid;
Since ’twas He whole nature made;
Join in one eter­nal song,
Who to one God all belong.

Live for­ev­er, glo­ri­ous Lord!
Live by all Thy works adored,
One in Three, and Three in One,
Thrice we bow to Thee alone.