I.

ALmighty Maker God!

How wondrous is thy Name!

Thy Glories how diffus'd abroad

Thro' the Creations Frame!

II.

Nature in every Dress

Her humble Homage Pays,

And takes a Thousand Ways t' express

Thine Undissembled Praise.

III.

In Native White and Red

The Rose and Lilly stand,

And free from Pride their Beauties spread

To show thy skilful Hand.

IV.

The Lark mounts up the Sky

With Unambitious Song,

And bears her Maker's Praise on high

Upon her Artless Tongue.

V.

My Soul would rise and Sing

To her Creator too,

Fain would my Tongue adore my King,

And Pay the Worship due.

VI.

But Pride that busie Sin

Spoils all that I perform,

Curs'd Pride, that creeps securely in,

And swells a haughty Worm.

VII.

Thy Glories I abate,

Or praise thee with Design;

Some of thy Favours I forget,

Or would have something mine.

VIII.

The very Songs I frame

Are Faithless to thy Cause,

And steal the Honours of thy Name

Unto their own Applause.

IX.

Create my Soul anew,

Else all my Worship's vain;

This wretched Heart will ne'er be true

Until 'tis form'd again.

X.

Descend Celestial Fire,

And seize me from above,

Melt me in Flames of pure Desire

A Sacrifice to Love.

XI.

Let Joy and Worship spend

The Remnant of my Days,

And to my God my Soul ascend

In sweet Perfumes of Praise.