All His Works Praise Him

Verse 1

There seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every flower, Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale Of Thy almighty power.

Verse 2

The birds, that rise on quivering wing, Proclaim their maker’s praise, And all the mingling sounds of spring To Thee an anthem raise.

Verse 3

Shall I be mute, great God, alone ’Midst nature’s loud acclaim? Shall not my heart, with answering tone, Breathe forth Thy holy name?

Verse 4

All nature’s debt is small to mine; Nature shall cease to be; Thou gavest proof of love divine, Immortal life to me.