Lord, when my raptured thought surveys

1Lord, when my raptured thought surveys
Creation's beauties o'er,
All nature joins to teach thy praise
And bid my soul adore.

2Where'er I turn my gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
And speak their source divine.

3On me thy providence has shone
With gentle, smiling rays;
O let my lips and life make known
Thy goodness and thy praise!