Up! Everything that God has made,
His glory now be praising,
The smallest creature too is great,
And proves his might amazing.
Though earths great kings came forward, clad
In all their might and mettle,
The smallest leaf they could not add
To but a single nettle.
Yea! all the angels with their power,
Like sceptres in high station,
Have never caused at any hour
A speck of dusts creation.
The smallest blade in vale or wood
No wonder can excel it,
Where should I wisdom gain and could
Find ample words to tell it?
What should I do now when my mind
Is slow in comprehending
How great the host of humankind
Their earthly way are wending.
What shall I utter, when I see
The woods with life abounding,
The many birds that leap with glee
Beneath the heavens rounding?
What shall I utter, when I walk
Among the meadows flowers,
When all the birds in song do talk
Like thousand harp-string showers?
What shall I utter, when my mind
Down on the seas bed merely
So little in its depths can find
And many mouths see clearly?
What shall I utter, when I yearn
To gaze at heaven rightly,
And all my thoughts will upwards turn
To where the sun reigns brightly?
What shall I utter, when I see
How hosts of stars are gleaming,
How mildly each smiles down at me,
And I return their beaming?
What shall I utter, when I soar
In spirit to my Maker?
And see thangelic hosts in awe
Stand mustered by the acre?
What shall I utter? All I say
Says nothing and seems mindless;
Oh God! Your wisdom rules alway,
As do your power and kindness.
All thats imbued with spirit shall
Our Maker soon be meeting.
His praise shall sound in hill and vale,
This earthly world completing.
Oh! Praise the Lord all those below
With voice and senses willing,
And all who dwell above now show
Our Makers praise in singing.
Let all below with one accord
Join joyfully in winging
Their Hallelujah! Great our Lord
Amen the heavns are ringing.
