3 He built those worlds above,
And fix'd their wondrous frame;
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his Name.
4 Ye vapours, when ye rise,
Or fall in showers, or snow,
Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies,
His power and glory show.
5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire,
Agree to praise the Lord,
When ye in dreadful storms conspire
To execute his word.
6 By all his works above
His honours be exprest;
But saints that taste his saving love
Should sing his praises best.
PAUSE I.
7 Let earth and ocean know
They owe their Maker praise;
Praise him, ye watery worlds below,
And monsters of the seas.
8 From mountains near the sky
Let his high praise resound,
From humble shrubs and cedars high,
And vales and fields around.
9 Ye lions of the wood,
And tamer beasts that graze,
Ye live upon his daily food,
And he expects your praise.
10 Ye birds of lofty wing,
On high his praises bear;
Or sit on flowery boughs, and sing
Your Maker's glory there.
11 Ye creeping ants and worms,
His various wisdom show,
And flies, in all your shining swarms,
Praise him that drest you so.