All from the sun's uprise,
Unto his setting rays,
Resound in jubilees
The great Jehovah's praise.
Him serve alone;
In triumph bring
Your gifts, and sing
Before his throne.

Man drew from man his birth,
But God his noble frame,
Built of the ruddy earth,
Filled with celestial flame.
His sons we are;
Sheep by Him led,
Preserved and fed
With tender care.

On to his portals press
In your divine resorts;
With thanks his power profess,
And praise Him in his courts.
How good! how pure!
His mercies last;
His promise past
Fore ever sure.