Let us, with a gladsome mind,
praise the Lord, for he is kind:

for his mercies ay endure,
ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,
for of gods he is the God:

He with all-commanding might
filled the new-made world with light:

He the golden-tressed sun
caused all day his course to run:

And the horned moon at night
'mid her spangled sisters bright:

All things living he doth feed,
his full hand supplies their need:

Let us, with a gladsome mind,
praise the Lord, for he is kind:

for his mercies ay endure,
ever faithful, ever sure.

John Milton (1608-74)