The Glories of My Maker God

Verse 1

The glories of my Maker God,
My joyful voice shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their Former and their King.

Verse 2

’Twas his right-hand that shap’d our clay,
And wrought this human frame,
But from his own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.

Verse 3

We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues:
We claim some kindred with the skies
And join th’ angelic songs.

Verse 4

Let groveling beasts of every shape,
And fowls of every wing,
And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

Verse 5

Ye planets, to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll,
Praise him in your unwearied course
Around the steady pole.

Verse 6

The brightness of our Maker’s Name
The wide creation fills,
And his unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond the heavenly hills.