Chorus
Strike, strike the harp in praise of God!
Wake the timbrel’s louder mirth!
Glorious the song must be
Of the Great Creator’s worth.
Nature in her calmness raises
Strains of gladness, peace, and love,
Man re-echoes forth her praises,
Glory to the God above.
Honor Him, ye host of heav’n!
Worship Him ye realms of love!
Not with outward form alone,
But with hearts that purely glow.
He who rules the earth, the ocean,
Keepeth silent watch o’er thee,
He can tell with what devotion,
Bows the heart or bends the knee.
The Christian Brothers, The Catholic Youth’s Hymn Book (New York: P. O’Shea, 1871).
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