#21Nature, with all her powers, shall sing

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Nature, with all her powers, shall sing Her great Creator and her King; Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas, Deny the tribute of their praise.
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Ye seraphs who sit near his throne, Begin to make his glories known; Tune high your harps, and spread his sound Through all creation's utmost bound.
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O may our ardent zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs! Let there be sung, with warmest joy, Hosanna from ten thousand tongues.
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Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name; The highest notes that angels raise Fall far below thy glorious praise.

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