God's Goodness to the Children of Men

Ye sons of men, with joy record

The various wonders of the LORD;

And let his power and goodness sound

Thro' all your tribes the earth around.

Let the high heavens your songs invite,

Those spacious fields of brilliant light;

Where sun and moon and planets roll,

And stars, that glow from pole to pole.

Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd,

Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and shade;

Peopled with life of various forms,

Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms.

View the broad sea's majestic plains,

And think how wide its Maker reigns;

That band remotest nations joins,

And on each wave his goodness shines.

But O! that brighter world above,

Where lives and reigns incarnate love,

God's only Son, in flesh array'd,

For man a bleeding victim made.

Thither my soul with rapture soar

There in the land of praise adore;

The theme demands an angel's lay,

Demands an everlasting day.