Nature, with all her powers, shall sing
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Nature, with all her powers, shall singHer great Creator and her King;Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas,Deny the tribute of their praise.
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Ye seraphs who sit near his throne,Begin to make his glories known;Tune high your harps, and spread the soundThroughout creation's utmost bound.
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O may our ardent zeal employOur loftiest thoughts and loudest songs!Let there be sung, with warmest joy,Hosanna from ten thousand tongues.
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Yet, mighty God, our feeble frameAttempts in vain to reach thy name;The highest notes that angels raiseFall far below thy glorious praise.