Adoration

Ye broods of deserts, isles and wildernesses,
Ye monsters of the den,
Ye gentle flocks and herds whose tribute blesses
The toil of men;

Ye finny habitants of rills and fountains,
Ye songsters of the breeze,
Ye vales, ye oaken hills, ye cedarn mountains,
Ye fruitage trees;

I bid ye praise the Maker who upbuilded
Creation's wondrous frame,
Who jewelled night with galaxies, and gilded
The sun with flame.

Ye also, sons of Adam, all ye nations
Of regions far and nigh,
Exalt your antiphon of adorations
To God most high.

Let all adore, the monarch robed in splendor;
The sage with hoary hair,
The mighty man of war, the stripling tender,
The maiden fair;

Ungovernable tempests, fierce commotions,
Of fire and sleet and foam;
Abysses, awful deeps, mysterious oceans
Where dragons roam;

O azure-tinted firmament of waters,
Of thunder, wind and fire;
O sun and moon, O starry sons and daughters
Of God's desire;

O seraphim and angels, bowing lowly
Around the blinding throne;
I bid you praise the Maker, great and holy,
And Him alone.