We sing of God, the mighty source
Of all things; the stupendous force
On which all strength depends;
From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes,
All pe­ri­od, power, and enterprise
Commences, reigns, and ends.

The world, the clustering spheres He made,
The glo­ri­ous light, the soothing shade;
Dale, champaign, grove and hill;
The multitudinous abyss,
Where nature joys in secret bliss,
And wisdom hides her skill.

Tell them I Am, Je­ho­vah said,
To Moses while on earth in dread
And smitten to the heart;
At once, above, beneath, around,
All nature without voice or sound
Replied, O Lord, Thou art.

Glorious the sun in mid career;
Glorious the assembled fires appear;
Glorious the comet’s train:
Glorious the trumpet and alarm;
Glorious the al­migh­ty stretched-out arm;
Glorious the enraptured main:

Glorious, most glo­ri­ous, is the crown
Of Him that brought sal­va­tion down
By meekness, Mary’s son;
Seers that stupendous truth believed,
And now the matchless deed’s achieved,
Determined, dared, and done.