A WAKE , my glory awake;
O sound his honours abroad.
Before the mountains were born
He was; eternity's God.

The sun he kindled; he sow'd.
The blue expansion with stars.
The earth he founded; he made
The sea, and prison'd with bars.

The winds he balanc'd; he gave
The cloud his ruling command,
To dart the arrows of heav'n,
With rain to fatten the land.

He form'd his image the last,
Above all creatures beneath;
Of clay the body he wrought,
The soul infus'd with his breath.

O man, half angel in mind,
O mortal, sprung from the dust,
Thy Maker's glories adore,
Thy Maker's clemency trust.

Awake, my glory, awake;
O sound his honours abroad.
Before the mountains were born
He was; eternity's God.