Lord, When My Raptured Thought Surveys

Lord

when my rap­tured thought surv­eys

Creation’s beau­ties o’er

All na­ture joins to teach Thy praise

And bid my soul ad­ore.

Whene’er I turn my gaz­ing eyes

Thy ra­di­ant foot­steps shine;

Ten thou­sand pleas­ing won­ders rise

And speak their source di­vine.

The liv­ing tribe of count­less forms

In earth and sea and air;

The mean­est flies

the small­est worms

Almighty pow­er de­clare.

All rose to life at Thy com­mand

And wait their dai­ly food

From Thy pa­ter­nal

boun­te­ous hand

Exhaustless spring of good!

The meads

ar­rayed in smil­ing green

With whole­some herb­age crowned;

The fields with corn

a rich­er scene

Spread Thy full boun­ties round

The fruit­ful tree

the bloom­ing flow­er

In var­ied charms ap­pear;

Their var­ied charms dis­play Thy pow­er

Thy good­ness all de­clare.

The sun’s pro­duct­ive quick­en­ing beams

The grow­ing ver­dure spread;

Refreshing rains and cool­ing streams

His gen­tle in­fluence aid.

The moon and stars his ab­sent light

Supply with bor­rowed rays

And deck the sa­ble veil of night

And speak their mak­er’s praise.

Thy wis­dom

pow­er and good­ness

Lord

In all Thy works ap­pear;

And O let man Thy praise re­cord;

Man

Thy dis­tin­guished care.

From Thee the breath of life he drew;

That breath Thy pow­er main­tains;

Thy ten­der mer­cy ev­er new

His brit­tle frame sus­tains.

Yet nob­ler fa­vors claim his praise

Of rea­son’s light poss­essed;

By re­ve­la­tion’s bright­er rays

Still more di­vine­ly blest.

Thy pro­vi­dence

his con­stant guard

When threat­en­ing woes im­pend

Or will th’im­pend­ing dan­gers ward

Or time­ly suc­cors lend.

On me that pro­vi­dence has shone

With gen­tle smil­ing rays;

O let my lips and life make known

Thy good­ness

and Thy praise.

All boun­teous Lord

Thy grace im­part;

O teach me to im­prove

Thy gifts with ev­er grate­ful heart

And crown them with Thy love.