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Through earth, and air, and sens, and skies;
When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
Bow down before himn and adore.
With all the blue ethereal sky,
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
3 What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What, though no real voice nor sound Amid the radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; Forever singing as they shine, The Hand that made us is divine.
C.M. All His works praise Him. THERE seems a voice in every gale, Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thy almighty power;
Proclaim their Maker's praise,
To thee an anthem raise.
'Midst nature's loud acclaim ! Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name!
Nature shall cease to be;
How glorious is thy Name; Thy wonders how diffused abroad,
Throughout creation's frame. 9 In native white and red
The rose and lily stand, And, free from pride, their beauties spread,
Tó show thy skilful hand,
3 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song;
Upon her artless tongue.
And give hiin praises due. 5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days :
In sweet perfumes of praise. 68
C. M. Heaven and earth are full of His glory. ETERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise, With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and beas,
And heaven's high palace, rings. 9 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,
How glorious to behold!
And starr'd with sparkling gold.
Their endless circuits run:
The day obeys the sun.
And strike the wond'ring sighty Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight. 6 Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through thy works abroad : Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God!
S But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move : Pity, divine, in Jesus' face, We
see, adore, and love. 69
C. M. All things created for His glory." GREAT First of beings I mishty Lord Produced by thy creating word,
The world from pothing came.
It all reflects thy light.
And day succeeds the night.
For this the waters flow;
And trees and herbage grow.
This wise and noble end,
Shall to thy glory tend. 70
His grandeur in the spheres.
By him in wisdom plann'd; 'Twas he who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.
Thither his path pursue ;
O'erwhelms the wond'ring view.
1 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,
In all creation's lines :
With rising lustre shines.
High as our thoughts can tower, Are but a portion of thy ways,
The hiding of thy power. 6 Millions before thy presence stand,
Who feel, while they adore, Fulness of joy at thy right hand,
And pleasures evermore. 71
How wonderfully shown !
Thy lights in every land :3 Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst deiga
On him to get thy love,
Then fill a throne above 1
How manifold thy ways!
His glory and majesty.
GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.