| Hark, my soul, how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous King; Each a double tribute pays; Sings its part, and then obeys. | | Nature's sweet and chiefest quire Him with cheerful notes admire; Chanting every day their lauds176176lauds here has reference to the Office, for which this hymn was written, While the grove their song applauds. | | Though their voices lower be, Streams have too their melody; Night and day they warbling run, Never pause, but still sing on. | | All the flowers that gild the spring Hither their still music bring; If Heaven bless them, thankful they Smell more sweet, and look more gay. | | Only we can scarce afford This short office to our LORD; We,--on whom His bounty flows, All things gives, and nothing owes. | | Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart, Wake, and gladly sing thy part: Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers, How to use thy noble powers. | | Call whole Nature to thy aid, Since 'twas He whole Nature made; Join in one eternal song, Who to one GOD all belong. | | Live for ever, glorious LORD, Live, by all Thy works adored; One in Three, and Three in One, Thrice we bow to Thee alone. | |