’Tis na­ture’s voice which rea­son speaks,
Know, man, there is a God;
That great first cause who made the world,
And rules it by His nod.

The migh­ty truth un­shak­en stands,
And scorns the athe­ist’s school;
His boast­ed sense and wit but prove
He is the learn­èd fool.

Far as with back­ward steps we trace
Great na­ture’s won­drous clue,
We must at length stop at some cause
Which no be­gin­ning knew.

This cause eter­nal we main­tain,
And this the God we name;
Of all per­fect­ion full pos­sessed,
Invariably the same.

A God, the wis­er na­tions own,
Barbarians too con­sent;
Convinced by na­ture’s won­drous frame,
That migh­ty ar­gu­ment.

The God, the pre­sent God we see,
Where’er we turn our eyes;
In fair­est lines His name is wrote
On earth, and seas, and skies.

Almighty God! I Thee adore,
Great au­thor of my frame;
Long as I live my tongue shall sing
The glor­ies of Thy name.