Let ev'ry list'ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.

4.

Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;
Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire,

The mighty chorus aid:

Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain, Thou, moon, protract the melting strain, And praise him in the shade.

5.

Thou, heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode;
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call'd yon world from night;
"Ye shades, dispel!" th' Eternal said;
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.

6.

Whate'er a blooming world contains, That wings the air, that skims the plains,

United praise bestow :

Ye dragons, sound his awful name

To heaven aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.

7.

Let every element rejoice:

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice

To him who bids you roll:

His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

8.

To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own:

Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,

And trembled at his frown.

9.

Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects flutt'ring on the gale,

In mutual concourse rise;

Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils, a rich perfume,

In incense to the skies.

10.

Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and sing;
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise

To him, who shap'd your finer mould,

Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold, And tun'd your voice to praise,

11.

Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heavenly praise employ;

Spread his tremendous name around,

Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, The gen❜ral burst of joy.

12.

Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at his throne;

Ye princes, rulers, all adore;

Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r

An image of his own.

13.

Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th' eternal Source of love,
With youth's enliv'ning fire:
Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh his bless'd name-then soar away,
And ask an angel's lyre.

THE END.