All, from the sun’s uprise
Unto his setting rays,
Resound in jubilees
The great Creator’s praise!
Him serve alone;
In triumph bring
Your gifts, and sing
Before His throne!
Man drew from man his birth;
But God his noble frame,
(Built of the ruddy earth,)
Filled with celestial flame.
His sons we are,
By Him are led,
Preserved and fed
With tender care.
Then to His portals press
In your divine resorts;
With thanks His power profess,
And praise Him in His courts.
How good! how pure!
His mercies last;
His promise past
Is ever sure.
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #495
First Line: | All from the sun's uprise |
Author: | George Sandys |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
All from the sun's uprise. G. Sandys. [Ps. c.] This spirited and somewhat quaint rendering of Psalm 100 appeared in his Paraphrase upon the Psalms of David, 1636, and 1640, pp. 120-21: and again, as a part of his Paraphrase upon the Divine Poems, 1638 and 1640, in 3 stanzas of 8 lines. It was also repeated in a beautiful edition of the Paraphrase of the Psalmes, 1648 [Brit. Mus.], and again in an edition by the Rev. Richard Hooper. As given in Martineau's earlier Hymns, &c, 1840, and in his later Hymns of Praise and Prayer, 1873, it is unaltered.
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)