1 Let all creation join,
To praise the eternal God;
The heavenly hosts begin the song,
And sound his name abroad.
2 The sun with golden beams,
And moon with silver rays -
The starry lights, and twinkling flames,
Shine to their Maker's praise.
3 He built those worlds above,
And fixed their wondrous frame;
By his command they stand or move,
And always speak his fame,
4 The fleecy clouds that rise,
Or falling showers or snow;
The thunder rolling round the skies,
His power and glory show.
5 The broad expanse on high,
With all the heavens afford;
The crinkling fire that streaks the sky,
Unite to praise the Lord.
But saints that know his endless love,
Should sing his praises best.