Gravity-defying gratitude

There’s no such thing as
heartfelt praise too wild.
Yes, wide-eyed, as child
but not bashful, mild.
The thing at hymn sing
to boldly hold in mind,
God sings us, His universe,
in fervent observant verse.
We are His hymns. Amen!
But then, conversely,
might not we be “Her”
shouting forth forte sopranos?