Live for Ever, Glorious Lord

Hark, my soul, how everything

Strives to serve our beauteous 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.

Wake! for shame, my sluggish heart,

Wake! and gladly sing thy part;

Call all nature to thy aid;

Since ’twas He all nature made;

Join in one eternal song,

Who to one God all belong.

Live for ever, glorious Lord.