Classic Poem

Almighty Maker God!
How wondrous is thy Name!
Thy Glories how diffus'd abroad
Thro' the Creations Frame!

Nature in every Dress
Her humble Homage pays,
And finds a Thousand Ways t'express
Thine undissembled Praise.

In native White and Red
The Rose and Lilly stand,
And free from Pride their Beauties spread
To show thy skilful Hand.

The Lark mounts up the Skie
With unambitious Song,
And bears her Maker's Praise on high
Upon her artless Tongue.

My Soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too,
Fain would my Tongue adore my King
And pay the Worship due.