’Tis nature’s voice which reason speaks,
Know, man, there is a God;
That great first cause who made the world,
And rules it by His nod.
The mighty truth unshaken stands,
And scorns the atheist’s school;
His boasted sense and wit but prove
He is the learnèd fool.
Far as with backward steps we trace
Great nature’s wondrous clue,
We must at length stop at some cause
Which no beginning knew.
This cause eternal we maintain,
And this the God we name;
Of all perfection full possessed,
Invariably the same.
A God, the wiser nations own,
Barbarians too consent;
Convinced by nature’s wondrous frame,
That mighty argument.
The God, the present God we see,
Where’er we turn our eyes;
In fairest lines His name is wrote
On earth, and seas, and skies.
Almighty God! I Thee adore,
Great author of my frame;
Long as I live my tongue shall sing
The glories of Thy name.