I.

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

For ever sure.

GEORGE SANDYS, 1577-1643.