Triumphant Lord, Thy goodness reigns
Thro’ all the wide, celestial plains;
And its full streams redundant flow,
Down to th’abodes of men below.
Thro’ nature’s works its glories shine;
The cares of providence are Thine;
And grace erects our ruined frame,
A fairer temple to Thy name.
Oh, give to every human heart
To taste and feel how good Thou art!
With grateful love and holy fear,
To know how blest Thy children are.
Let nature burst into a song,
Ye echoing hills, the note prolong;
Earth, seas and stars, your anthems raise,
All vocal with your maker’s praise.
Ye saints, with joy the theme pursue,
Its sweetest notes belong to you;
Chose by this condescending King,
For ever round His throne to sing.