Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind:

For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God:

He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:

He the golden-tressed sun
Caused all day his course to run:

The horned moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright:

All things living he doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need:

Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind:

 

Williams Bay

John Milton, 1608-1674