1 Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King;
Each a double tribute pays;
Sings its part, and then obeys.
2 Nature's chief and sweetest choir
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.
3 Wake! for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake! and gladly sing thy part;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.
4 Call whole nature to thine aid,
Since 'twas He whole nature made;
Join in one eternal song,
Who to one God all belong.
90 Hark, my soul, how everything
Words: John Austin Music: John Bacchus Dykes