7 Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praise; Praise him, ye watery worlds below, And monsters of the seas.
8 From mountains near the sky Let his high praise resound, From humble shrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around.
9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beasts that graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he expects your praise.
10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praises bear; Or sit on flowery boughs, and sing Your Maker's glory there.
11 Ye creeping ants and worms, His various wisdom show, And flies, in all your shining swarms, Praise him that drest you so.
12 By all the earth-born race His honours be exprest; But saints that know his heavenly grace Should learn to praise him best.