A Song of Praise for Creation
John Mason
Thou wast, O God: And thou was Blest.
Before the World begun;
Of thine Eternity possest
Before Time’s Glass did run.
As if thy Joy could fade.
Could’st thou have needed any thing,
Thou could’st have nothing made.
Thou spak’st, and Heav’n and Earth appear’d,
And answer’d to thy Call;
As if their Maker’s Voice they heard,
Which is the Creatures’ ALL.
Thy Word went forth with speed;
Thy Will, O Lord, it was thy Word,
Thy Word it was thy Deed.
And Eve out of his Side;
Thy Blessing made the Earth abound
With these Two multiply’d.
Thy Name in Figures show;
Brutes feel the Bounty of thy Hand,
But I my Maker know.
Whose Creatures serve me here?
My Lord, whom should I fear, but Thee,
Who am thy Creatures Fear?
The Maker of my Tongue?
Lo! Other Lords would seize on me,
But I to Thee belong:
And Earth unto its Earth;
So let my Soul return to Thee,
From whom it had its Birth.
And cannot come to thee;
Yet speak the Word, Let there be Light,
It shall Enlighten me:
Thy Fallen Creature raise;
O make me o’er again, and I
Shall sing my Maker’s Praise.