Father su­preme, by whom we live,
Thou who art God alone,
Our songs of grate­ful praise re­ceive,
And make our hearts Thy throne.

Creation vast re­veals Thy name;
The earth, the hea­vens above,
With one un­ceas­ing voice pro­claim
Thy wis­dom, pow­er, and love.

We bless Thee for Thy works, all bright
With tok­ens of Thy skill;
But more for rea­son’s sac­red light,
By which we read Thy will.

For not on bright­est orbs, which roll
Through space at Thy de­cree,
Hast thou be­stowed the think­ing soul,
To know and wor­ship Thee.

May ev­ery sci­ence, ev­ery truth,
Our ea­ger minds ex­plore,
Lead us, alike in age and youth,
Thy wis­dom to ad­ore.

May those who teach, and those who learn,
Walk in the nar­row road;
In ev­ery sphere of thought dis­cern
An ever-pre­sent God.