Bear on each trembling chord of light
The notes of this sweet, sacred song;
“Thou, Lord, didst make all things that move;
All are the creatures of thy love.”
4 Then help my poor, unworthy heart
To join aloud in nature’s praise;
And may my song, in every part,
Proclaim the wonders of thy ways;
And when I reach the heavenly plains,
I’ll sing thy love in nobler strains.