Thou ! whom Creation doth proclaim cloud,
Breathing her living spirit at thy shrine!
Whose glory streams upon the burning cloud!
Who taught the stars 'mid the blue depths to shine!
Father of Earth and Heaven! all, all are Thine!
The boundless tribes in ocean, air, and plain;
And nothing lives, and moves, and breathes in vain;
Thou art their soul—the impulse is divine!—
Nature lifts loud to Thee her happy voice,
And calls her caverns to resound thy praise!
Thy name is heard amid her pathless ways;
And even her senseless things in Thee rejoice.
O God! what homage shall He pour to Thee,
Whom thou hast stamp'd with Immortality!

Thou ! whom Creation doth proclaim cloud,
Breathing her living spirit at thy shrine!
Whose glory streams upon the burning cloud!
Who taught the stars 'mid the blue depths to shine!
Father of Earth and Heaven! all, all are Thine!
The boundless tribes in ocean, air, and plain;
And nothing lives, and moves, and breathes in vain;
Thou art their soul—the impulse is divine!—
Nature lifts loud to Thee her happy voice,
And calls her caverns to resound thy praise!
Thy name is heard amid her pathless ways;
And even her senseless things in Thee rejoice.
O God! what homage shall He pour to Thee,
Whom thou hast stamp'd with Immortality!