Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.
Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.