O that I had a thou­sand voices
And with a thou­sand tongues could tell
Of Him in whom the earth re­joic­es
Who all things wise­ly does and well!
My grate­ful heart would then be free
To tell what God has done for me.

Ye for­est leaves, so green and tender,
That dance for joy in sum­mer air;
Ye mea­dow grass­es, bright and slen­der,
Ye flow­ers, so won­drous sweet and fair,
That live to show His praise alone,
Help me to make His glo­ry known.

Ye crea­tures that have breath and mo­tion,
That fill with life, earth, sea and sky,
O join me in my heart’s de­votion,
As I ex­alt the Lord most high:
My ut­most pow­ers can ne’er aright
Declare the won­ders of His might.

O Fa­ther, deign Thou, I be­seech Thee,
To list­en to my earth­ly lays;
A nob­ler strain in Heav’n shall reach Thee
When I with an­gels hymn Thy praise,
And learn amid their choirs to sing
Loud hal­le­lu­jahs to my king.