An Hymn Poem by Henry Baker

To God supreme, let every Thing
Chant forth harmonious Songs of Praise:
At once let Earth and Heav'n sing,
How great his Pow'r, how just his Ways.

Exalt the Voice, to Him alone,
To Him from whom all Blessings flow:
Each Soul, before his awful Throne,
Bend down, with Adoration, low.

O holy! holy! holy Lord!
Above, Seraphick Beings cry:
O holy! holy! holy Lord!
Let all Mankind, below, reply.

Soon as thy beauteous Work, the Sun,
His Race begins, with Glory bright,
Thy name we'll praise, Eternal One!
Late, as the Stars adorn the Night.

Thee, first, Thee, last, with Heart and Voice,
The swelling Pipe, the sounding String,
Thankful we'll worship: and rejoice
Before our Maker and our King.