And lay their thankful offerings at his feet;
With grateful love that hand divine confessing,
Which on each heart bestoweth every blessing.
3 His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade,
Still see new beauties through new scenes displayed;
Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,
And children lean upon their fathers’ God:
The soul of man, through its immense duration,
Drinks from this source immortal consolation.
4 Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join!