William Billings - Camden - текст песни (слова)

My soul, thy great Creator praise:
 When clothed in his celestial rays,
 He in full majesty appears,
 And, like a robe, his glory wears.
 
 Speak of the wonders of that love
 which Gabriel plays on every chord:
 From all below, and all above
 loud hallelujahs to the Lord.