Thy Spir­it, O Lord, makes life to abound;
The earth is re­newed, and fruit­ful the ground;
To God as­cribe glo­ry and wis­dom and might,
Let God in His crea­tures for­ev­er de­light.

Before the Lord’s might earth trem­bles and quakes,
The mount­ains are rent, and smoke from them breaks;
The Lord I will wor­ship through all of my days,
Yea, while I have be­ing my God I will praise.

Rejoicing in God, my thought shall be sweet,
While sin­ners de­part in ru­in com­plete;
My soul, bless Je­ho­vah, His name be ad­ored,
Come, praise Him, ye peo­ple, and wor­ship the Lord.