Hymn VI. To which Tune may be HArk, my Soul, how ev'ry thing Strives to serve our bounteous King; Each a double Tribute pays; Sings its part and then obeys. The · The fame continu'd. Nature's sweet and chiefeft Choir Him with cheerful Notes admire; Chanting ev'ry Day their Lauds, While the Grove their Song applauds. The End of the Tunes. |