Praise to the Lord of boundless might,
With uncreated glories bright!
His presence gilds the worlds above;
The unchanging source of light and love.

Our rising earth his eye beheld,
When in substantial darkness veiled;
The shapeless chaos, nature’s womb,
Lay buried in the horrid gloom.

“Let there be light,” Jehovah said,
And light o’er all its face was spread:
Nature arrayed in charms unknown,
Gay with its new-born luster shone.

He sees the mind, when lost it lies
In shades of ignorance and vice;
And darts from heaven a vivid ray,
And changes midnight into day.

Shine, mighty God, with vigor shine
On this benighted heart of mine;
And let thy glories stand revealed,
As in our Savior’s face beheld.

My soul, revived by heaven-born day,
Thy radiant image shall display,
While all my faculties unite
To praise the Lord who gives me light.

The Christian’s duty, exhibited in a series of hymns,