Hark, My Soul, How Everything (EN 1477)

EN 1477 Hark, My Soul, How Everything

Ps.96.12

Versi Version 1

1

Hark, my soul, how everything

Strives to serve our bounteous King;

Each a double tribute pays,

Sings its parts, and then obeys.

2

Nature’s chief and sweetest choir

Him with cheerful notes admire;

Chanting every day their lauds,

While the grove their song applauds.

3

Though their voices lower be,

Streams have too their melody;

Night and day they warbling run,

Never pause, but still sing on.

4

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.

5

Only we can scarce afford

This short office to our Lord;

We, on whom His bounty flows,

All things gives, and nothing owes.

6

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.

7

Call whole nature to thy aid;

Since ’twas He whole nature made;

Join in one eternal song,

Who to one God all belong.

8

Live forever, glorious Lord!

Live by all Thy works adored,

One in Three, and Three in One,

Thrice we bow to Thee alone.

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