The glorious armies of the sky To Thee, Almighty King, Triumphant anthems consecrate, And hallelujahs sing. But still their most exalted flights Fall vastly short of Thee: How distant then must human praise From Thy perfection be! Yet how, my God, shall I refrain, When to my ravish'd sense Each creature every where around Displays thy excellence? The active lights that shine above, In their eternal dance, Reveal their skilful Maker's praise With silent elegance. The blushes of the morn confess That thou art still more fair, When in the East its beams revive, To gild the fields of air. The fragrant, the refreshing breeze, Of every flowery bloom, In balmy whispers own from Thee Their pleasing odours come. The singing birds, the warbling winds, And water's murmuring fall; To praise the First Almighty Cause With different voices call. Thy numerous Works exalt Thee thus, And shall I silent be? No; rather let me cease to breathe, Than cease from praising Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS MOUNT RAINIER by HERBERT BASHFORD EASTER (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |