1 Almighty maker God!
How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories now diffus'd abroad
Thro' the creation's frame.
2 Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t' express
thine undissembled praise.
3 My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too,
Fain would my tongue adore my king,
And pay the worship due.
4 Create my soul anew,
Else all my worship's vain;
This wretched heart will ne'er be true,
Until tis form'd again.
5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God, my soul, ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Almighty maker God! |
Title: | Forms vain without religion |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Vain forms without religion |