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A thousand worlds which roll around ns hrightly,

Thee in their orhits hless;
Ten thousand suns which shine ahout us nightly,

Proclaim Thy righteousuess.
Thou didst create the world—'twas Thy proud mandate,

That woke it unto day;
And the same power that measur'd, weigh'd, and spanu'd it,

Shall hid that world decay.

Thou Power suhlime! whose throne is firmly seated

On stars and glowing suns;
O could I praise Thee—could my soul elated

Waft Thee seraphic tones'
Had I the lyres of angels—could I hring thee

An offering worthy Thee,
In what hright notes of glory would I sing Thee

Blest notes of eestacy!

Here is my song, a voice of mortal weakness

Just hreathing from my hreast;
A mingled song, of worthlessuess and meekness,

And feehle hope, at hest.
In heaven that voice, up to Thy throne ascending,

Should speak as angels speak,
And joy and confidence and glory hlending,

Thy seat of light should seek.

Eternity! Eternity !—how solemn,

How terrihle the sound!
Here, leaning on thy promises—a column

Of strength may I he found.
O let my heart he ever Thine, while heating,

As when 'twill cease to heat;
Be Thou my portion—till that awful meeting,

When I my God shall greet.

h. i. JohNs.

I Bow hefore the Power,
Who formed the fragile flower,
Yet, ere its little life was spent,
Gave it the soul-reviving scent;
Clad it in heanty, fashion'd it with grace,
And from the teeming germ decreed a count-
less race.

I how hefore the Power,

That rules the varying hour;

Bids day and night their stations know,

As round the self-poised glohe they go;

Seasons and years unceasing hold their course;

But hides from human eye the all-controlling force!

I how hefore the Power ;—

With tremhling awe implore

His aid,—who called me from the dust.

My present stay—my future trust;

With various gifts who hlessed my mortal

frame, And in the wondrous mass infused the undying flame.

And, long as here helow,
Through paths of joy or wo,
Life's devious journey I pursue,—
Yet keep my lasting home in view;
In every scene I'll praise ihe Great Supreme,
And with my Utest hreath procluim the
grateful theme!

O Most adorahle! most unador'd,
Where shall that praise hegin, which ne'er

should end? Where'er I turn, what claim on all applanse t How is niyhVs sahle mantle lahour'd o'er, How richly wrought with attrihutes divine! What wisdom shines 1 what love ! this midnight pomp, This gorgeous arch, with golden worlds in

lay'd! Built with divine amhition? nought to thee; For others this profusion ; Thou, apart, Ahove l heyond I O tell me, mighty mind f Where art thou I Shall 1 dive into the deep? Call to the tun, or ask the roaring winds, For their Creator? Shall I question loud The thunder, If in that th' Almighty dwells? Or holds he furious storms in strengthen'd

reins, And hids fierce whirlwinds wheel hls rapid car?

What mean these questions? Tremhling I retract; My prostrate soul adores the present God: Praise I a distant Deity? He tunes My voice (if tun'd): the nerve, that writes,

sustains: Wrapt in his heing, I resound his praise: But though past all diffus'd, without u shore, His essence, local is his throne (us meet), To gather the dlsperst (as standards call The listed from afar): to fix a point, A central point, collective of his sons, Since finite every nature hut his own.

The nameless lie, whose nod is natures hirth; And nature's shield, the shadow of his hand; Her dissolution, his suspended sioilt!

Tin- I;iimi First l.ust ' pavilion'd high he


In darkness from excessive splendor, hurnt
By gods unseen, unless through !nsire lost.
His glory, to created glory, hright,
As that to central horrors; he looks down
On all that soars; and spans immensity.

Blbssbu he thy name for ever,

Thou of life the guard and giver;

Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping;

Heal the heart long hroke with weeping.

God of stiliness and of motion,

Of the desert and the ocean,

Of the mountain, rock, ami river,

Blessed he thy name for ever.

Thoa who slumherest not, nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest;
God of evening's parting ray,
Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day,
That rises from the azure sea,
Like hreathings of eternity;
God of life! that fade shall never,
Blessed he thy name for ever!

The heavens,O Lord! Thy power proclalu
And the earth echoes hack Thy name;
Tun thousand voices speak Thy might,
And day to day, and night to night,
Utter Thy praise,—Thou Lord ahove!
Thy praise—Thy glory—and Thy lovu.

All things I see, or hear, or feel,
Thy wisdom, goodness, power reveal.
The silent cri-si-ont hung on high,
So calmly sailing through the sky;

The lowliest flower that lights the dells;
The lightest wave the stream that swells;

The hreeze that o'er the garden plays;
The farthest planet's glimmering rays;
The dew upon the distant hill;
The vapours that the valley iill!

The grove's tmtutor'd harmony—
All speak,—and loudly speak of Thee.

Thy name, Thy glories, they rehearse,
Great Spirit of the universe!
Sense of all sense, and Soul of soul,
Nought is too vast for thy control;
The meanest and the mightiest share
Alike Thy kindness, and Thy care.

Beneath Thy all directing nod,
Both worlds and worms are equal, God!
Thy hand the comets' orhits drew,
And lighted yonder glow-worm too;
Thou didst the dome of heaven huild up,
And form'dst yon snow-drop's silver cup.

And nature with its countless throng,
And sun and moon and planets' song,
And every flower that light receives,
And every dew that tips its leaves,
And every murmur of the sea—
Tunes its sweet voice to worship Thee.

And we, creation's princes, we

The children of the Deity,

The wise—the strong—whose thoughts can

Heaven's hrightest, highest, concave o'er;
And hold, ahove created things,
Communion with the King of kings—

Shall we not praise and worship Thee,
Thou infinite Divinity?
Thank Thee for what we know—and own
Thou hidest what is hest unknown;
And kindly, wisely, hast conceal'd
The future, from our vision veil'd?

Shall we disturh the harmony
Which all creation tunes to Thee;
Those sweet concordant notes, that sound
The arched hall of nature round;
That fill the earth, the sea, the air,
And reach Thy throne—accepted there?

No: rather our according voice
Shall in the general praise rejoice,
And join the ever-during hymn
With cheruhim and seraphim—
With all to whom a tongue is given,
To worship Thee, the Lord of heaven.

Angels, assist to sing

The honours of your God;

Touch every tuneful string,

And sound his name ahroad: Pour the tremhling notes along; Swell the grand, immortal song.

And ye of meaner hirth,

Your joyful voices raise;

Inhahitants of earth,

Your great Creator praise: Let your loud hosannas rise, Shake the earth, and pierce the skies!

Let the day and dusky night,

In solemn order, join

His praises to recite,

And speak his power divine:
Ev'ry hill, and ev'ry vale,
Echo with the sacred tale.

Ye winds and raging seas,
. With wild, tempestuous roar,
Resound, in mightier lays,
His name from shore to shore:
Thunders, spread his name ahroad;
Lightnings, flash hefore your God.

Let every creature sing
The honours of our God;—
Touch ev'ry tuneful string,
And spread his praise ahroad:

Pour the tremhling notes along;

Swell the universal song.

Harf of Eternity ! hegin the song, Redeemed, and angel-harps I hegin to God,

Begin the anthem ever sweet and new,

While I extol him, holy, just, and good.

Life, heauty, light, intelligence, and love

Eternal, uncreated, infinite!

Unsearchahle Jehovah! God of truth,

Maker, upholder, governor of all!

Thyself uumade, ungoverned, nnupheld!

Omnipotent, unchangeahle, Great God!

Exhaustless fulness! giving unimpaired!

Bounding immensity, unspread, unhound f

Highest and hest! heginning, middle, end I

All-seeing eye ! all-seeing, and unseen I

Hearing, unheard 1 all-knowing, and unknown!

Ahove all praise! ahove all height of thought!

Proprietor of immortality 1

Glory ineffahle! hliss underiv'd 1

Of old thou huilt'st thy throne on righteousness,

Before the morning stars their song hegan,

Or silence heard the voice of praise. Thou laid'st

Eternity's foundation-stone, and saw'st

Life and existence out of Thee hegin,

Mysterious more, the more displayed, where still

Upon thy glorious Throne thou sit'st alone,

Hast sat alone, and shalt for ever sit.

Alone, Invisihle, Immortal one I

Behind essential hrightness unheheld,

Incomprehensihle! what weight shall weigh,

What measure, measure Thee! What know we more

Of Thee, what need to know, than thou hast taught,

And hid'st us still repeat, at morn and even?

God! Everlasting Father' Holy One 1

Our God, our Father, our eternal All!

Source whence we came, and whither we return;

Who made our spirits, who our hodies made,

Who made the heaven, who made the flowery land.

Who made all made, who orders, governs all,

Who walks upon the wind, who holds the wave

In hollow of thy hand, whom thunders wait,

Whom tempests serve, whom flaming fires ohey,

Who guides the circuit of the endless years,

And sit'st on high, and mak'st creation's top

Thy footstool, and hehold'st, helow Thee, all

All nought, all less than nought, and vanity.
Like transient dust that hovers on the scale,
Ten thousand worlds are scatter'd in thy hreath.
Thou sit'st on high, and measur'st destinies,
And days, and months and wide revolving years;
And dost according to thy holy will;
And none can stay thy hand, and none withhold
Thy glory; for in judgment, Thou, as well
As mercy, art exalted, day and night.
Past, present, future, magnify thy name.

Thy works all praise Thee, all thy angels praise,

Thy saints adore, and on thy altars hurn

The fragrant incense of perpetual love.

They praise Thee now, their hearts, their voices praise,

And swell the rapture of the glorious song!

Harp! lift thy voice on high, shout, angels, shout!

And loudest ye redeemed! glory to God

And to the Lamh who hought us with his hlood,

From every kindred, nation, people, tongue;

And washed, and sanctified, and saved our souls;

And gave us rohes of linen pure, and crowns

Of life, and made us kings and priests to God.

Shout hack to ancient Time! sing loud, and wave

Your palms of triumph! sing, Where is thy sting,

O Death! where is thy victory, O Grave!

Thanks he to God, eternal thanks, who gave

Us victory through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Harp 1 lift thy voice on high! shout, angels, shout!

And loudest, ye redeemed! glory to God,

And to the Lamh, all glory and all praise

All glory and all praise at morn and even

That come and go eternally, and find

Us happy still, and Thee for ever hlest!

Glory to God and to the Lamh. Amen.

For ever, and for evermore. Amen.

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