Thanksgiving

Praise

 

The glorious armies of the sky

To Thee, Almighty King

Triumphant anthems consecrate
And hallelujahs sing.

But still their most exalted flights

Fall vastly short of Thee:

How distant then must human praise

From Thy perfections be!
 

Yet how, my God, shall I refrain

When to my ravished sense

Each creature everywhere around

Displays Thy excellence!

 

 

The active lights that shine above,

In their eternal dance,

Reveal their skillful Maker's praise

With silent elegance.
 

 

The blushes of the morn confess

That Thou art still more fair,

When in the east its beams revive,

To gild the fields of air.
 

The fragrant, the refreshing breeze

Of ev'ry flowery bloom

In balmy whispers own, from Thee

Their pleasing odors come.

 

 

The singing birds, the warbling winds,

and waters murmuring fall

To praise the first Almighty Cause

With different voices call.

 

Thy numerous works exalt thee thus,

And shall I silent be?

No, rather let me cease to breathe,

Than cease from praising Thee!

 

Elizabeth Rowe

1674-1737



Happy Thanksgiving
Amy