Ye sons of men, with joy re­cord
The va­ri­ous won­ders of the Lord;
And let His pow­er and good­ness sound
Through all your tribes, the earth around.

Let the high heav’ns your songs in­vite;
Those spa­cious fields of brill­iant light,
Where sun, and moon, and pla­nets roll,
And stars, that glow from pole to pole.

See earth in ver­dant robes ar­rayed,
Its herbs and flow­ers, its fruit and shade;
Peopled with life of va­ri­ous forms,
Fishes and fowls, and beasts and worms.

View the broad sea’s ma­jes­tic plains,
And think how wide its mak­er reigns;
That band re­mot­est na­tions joins,
And on each wave His good­ness shines.

But O! that bright­er world above,
Where lives and reigns in­car­nate love!
God’s on­ly Son in flesh ar­rayed,
For man a bleed­ing vic­tim made.

Thither, my soul, with rap­ture soar:
There in the land of praise adore:
This theme de­mands an an­gel’s lay,
Demands an un­de­clin­ing day.