All, from the sun's uprise <br />Unto his setting rays, <br />Resound in jubilees <br />The great Creator's praise! <br />Him serve alone; <br />In triumph bring <br />Your gifts, and sing <br />Before His throne! <br /> <br />Man drew from man his birth; <br />But God his noble frame, <br />(Built of the ruddy earth,) <br />Filled with celestial flame. <br />His sons we are, <br />By Him are led, <br />Preserved and fed <br />With tender care. <br /> <br />Then to His portals press <br />In your divine resorts; <br />With thanks His power profess, <br />And praise Him in His courts. <br />How good! how pure! <br />His mercies last; <br />His promise past <br />Is ever sure.<br /><br />George Sandys<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-from-the-sun-s-uprise/
