Hark, My Soul, How Everything

Hark

my soul

how ev­ery­thing

Strives to serve our boun­te­ous king;

Each a dou­ble tri­bute pays

Sings its parts

and then ob­eys.

Nature’s chief and sweet­est choir

Him with cheer­ful notes ad­mire;

Chanting ev­ery day their lauds

While the grove their song ap­plauds.

Though their voic­es low­er be

Streams have too their me­lo­dy;

Night and day they warb­ling run

Never pause

but still sing on.

All the flow­ers that gild the spring

Hither their still mu­sic bring;

If Heav­en bless them

thank­ful

they

Smell more sweet

and look more gay.

Only we can scarce af­ford

This short of­fice to our Lord;

We

on whom His boun­ty flows

All things gives

and no­thing owes.

Wake! for shame

my slug­gish heart

Wake! and glad­ly sing thy part;

Learn of birds

and springs

and flow­ers

How to use thy nob­ler pow­ers.

Call whole na­ture to thy aid;

Since ’twas He whole na­ture made;

Join in one eter­nal song

Who to one God all be­long.

Live for­ev­er

glo­ri­ous Lord!

Live by all Thy works ad­ored

One in Three

and Three in One

Thrice we bow to Thee alone.