What rich profusion here,
Is scatter'd all abroad,
To make us love and fear,
Obey and worship God.
And sound his praise,
Through every clime,
In constant lays,
Till end of time.

The huge leviathan,
The oyster and the eel,
The lion and the lamb,
Each in their nature feel.
And go abroad,
In quest of food,
Depend on God,
For every good.

These shining crumbs of clay,
With yellow, green and gold,
March on their lucid way,
And day in night unfold.
And shine so bright,
And please themselves,
And fill'd with light,
They quit their cells.

Is dull conformity
Confin'd to spirits alone,
Who all so clearly see
The Great, the Three in One?
Forbid it sense,
It cannot be:
In heaven's immense,
They different see.