Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1834
Compiler: A Campbell/ W Scott/ B W Stone/ J T Johnson
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: You boundless realms of joy
Topic: Nature
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: PM
Tune:
Hymn Number: Song 7
Page Number: 083, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsYou boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your songs employ
Above the starry frame:
You cherubim, your voices raise,
And seraphim, shout loud his praise.
Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
You glitt'ring stars of light,
To him your homage pay:
You heav'ns above, his praise declare,
And clouds that move in liquid air.
Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came: From changes free, you all shall last;
His firm decree stands ever fast.
Let earth her tribute pay,
Praise him you dreadful whales,
And fish that through the sea
Glide swift with glitt'ring scales;
And misty air, fire, hail, and snow,
And winds that, where he bids them, blow.
By hills and mountains all
In grateful concert join'd;
By cedars stately, tall,
And trees for fruit design'd;
By creeping things, and ev'ry beast,
And fowl of wing, his name be blest.
Let all of royal birth,
With those of humbler frame,
And judges of the earth,
His mathless praise proclaim:
Let youths with maids, in this design,
And hoary heads, with children join.
United zeal be shown,
His wond'rous fame to raise,
Whose glorious name alone
Deserves our endless praise:
His power obey, earth's utmost ends;
His glorious sway the sky transcends.
His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high,
And favors Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh:
Your grateful voice, O, therefore raise,
And still rejoice the Lord to praise.