LYRICS Hymn Text: Hark, My Soul, How Everything
[Stanza 1]
Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King;
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys.
[Stanza 2]
Nature’s chief and sweetest choir,
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.
[Stanza 3]
Though their voices lower be,
Streams have too their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.
[Stanza 4]
All the flowers that gild the spring,
Hither their still music bring;
If heaven bless them, thankful, they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.
[Stanza 5]
Only we can scare afford,
This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things give, and nothing owes.
[Stanza 6]
Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake, and gladly sing your part;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use your noblest powers.
[Stanza 7]
Call whole nature to your aid;
Since ’twas He whole nature made;
Join in one eternal song,
Who to one God all belong.
