1 Great God! let all our tuneful powers Awake and sing thy mighty name; Thy hand rolls on our circling hours, The hand from which our being came.

2 Seasons and moons revolving round In beauteous order speak thy praise; And years with smiling mercy crowned, To thee successive honors raise.

3 Each changing season on our souls Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds; And every period, as it rolls, Showers countless blessings on our heads.

4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe All to thy vast unbounded love; Ten thousand precious gifts below, And hope of nobler joys above.