Thomas Clark - Ye boundless realms of joy - текст песни (слова)

Ye boundless realms of joy,
 Exalt your maker's fame:
 His praise your song employ
 Above the starry frame:
 Your voices raise, ye cherubim
 And seraphim to sing his praise. 
 
 Thou moon, that rul'st the night
 And sun, that guid'st the day,
 Ye glitt'ring stars of light
 To him your homage pay:
 His praise declare, ye heav'ns above
 And clouds that move in liquid air. 
 
 Let them adore the Lord,
 And praise his holy name,
 By whose almighty word
 They all from nothing came;
 And all shall last from changes free:
 His firm decree stands ever fast. 
 
 Let earth her tribute pay,
 Praise him, ye dreadful whales,
 And fish that through the sea
 Glide swift with shining scales.
 Fire, hail and snow, and misty air,
 And winds that, where he bids them, blow.