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NATURE'S HYMN

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 15, 1879

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 53, No. 20.

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NATURE'S HYMN

By Dr. Macduff

“Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.” Ps. 150:6.
Praise Him, O praise Him, ye ministering Seraphim! Praise ye Jehovah, enthroned on high; Awake every harp, ye archangels, and tell of Him Shrouded in glory, yet graciously nigh.
Praise Him, bright Sun, in the glow of thy splendor; Praise Him, thou Moon, silver queen of the night; Ye Stars, who like virgin retainers attend her, O praise the great Lord who hath robed you with light!
Praise Him, O praise Him, ye soft-flowing fountains, Amid the lone valleys go murmur your song; Uplift the loud anthem, ye thunder-voiced mountains, Let peak answer peak and re-echo the song.
Ye forests—ye need no cathedral of marble, No Thurifer's censer to perfume your shrine; Your own winged choirs will His praises best warble, Your woodland flowers scatter sweet incense divine!
Praise Him, ye mists which on mountain-tops hoary, Like white wings of cherub the rock-clefts infold; Praise Him, ye sunset-clouds, piled up in your glory, Resplendent with amber, vermilion, and gold.
Praise Him, O praise Him, ye deeps with your wonders, Discourse of His glory to earth's farthest shore; In lullaby ripples, in hoarse-booming thunders, In stillness and storm, lend your voice and adore!
All Nature arise! the great anthem intoning; And from your vast storehouse a tribute-lay bring: No voice can be silent, let all join in owning Jehovah as Maker, Redeemer, and King!
—Dr. Macduff's “Gates of Praise.”