Ye Sons of Men, with Joy Record

Ye sons of men

with joy re­cord

The va­ri­ous won­ders of the Lord;

And let His pow­er and good­ness sound

Through all your tribes

the earth around.

Let the high heav’ns your songs in­vite;

Those spa­cious fields of brill­iant light

Where sun

and moon

and pla­nets roll

And stars

that glow from pole to pole.

See earth in ver­dant robes ar­rayed

Its herbs and flow­ers

its fruit and shade;

Peopled with life of va­ri­ous forms

Fishes and fowls

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 ar­rayed

For man a bleed­ing vic­tim made.

Thither

my soul

with rap­ture soar:

There in the land of praise ad­ore:

This theme de­mands an an­gel’s lay

Demands an un­de­clin­ing day.