Ye tribes of Adam, join With heav'n and earth and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise: Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song. Thou sun, with dazzling rays, And moon, that rul'st the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light: His pow'r declare, Ye floods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air. The shining worlds above In glor'ous order stand, Or in swift courses move, By His supreme command: He spake the word, And all their frame From nothing came To praise the Lord.