’Tis Nature’s Voice Which Reason Speaks

’Tis na­ture’s voice which rea­son speaks

Know

man

there is a God;

That great first cause who made the world

And rules it by His nod.

The migh­ty truth un­shak­en stands

And scorns the athe­ist’s school;

His boast­ed sense and wit but prove

He is the learn­èd fool.

Far as with back­ward steps we trace

Great na­ture’s won­drous clue

We must at length stop at some cause

Which no be­gin­ning knew.

This cause eter­nal we main­tain

And this the God we name;

Of all per­fect­ion full pos­sessed

Invariably the same.

A God

the wis­er na­tions own

Barbarians too con­sent;

Convinced by na­ture’s won­drous frame

That migh­ty ar­gu­ment.

The God

the pre­sent God we see

Where’er we turn our eyes;

In fair­est lines His name is wrote

On earth

and seas

and skies.

Almighty God! I Thee ad­ore

Great au­thor of my frame;

Long as I live my tongue shall sing

The glor­ies of Thy name.