General Praise.
1 All, from the sun's uprise,
Unto his setting rays,
Resound in jubilees,
The great Jehovah's praise.
Him serve alone;
In triumph bring
Your gifts, and sing,
Before his throne.
2 Man drew from man his birth,
But God his noble frame
Built of the ruddy earth,
Filled with celestial flame.
His sons we are;
Sheep by him led,
Preserved and fed
With tender care.
3 O to his portals press
In your divine resorts:
With thanks his power profess,
And praise him in his courts.
How good! How pure!
His mercies last;
His promise past,
Forever sure.