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Great first of beings ! mighty LORD
Of all this wondrous fraine ! Produc'd by thy creating word,
The world from nothing came.
Thy voice sent forth the high command ;
'Twas instantly obey'd : And through thy goodness all things stand,
Which by thy pow'r were made.
Thy glories shine throughout the whole,
Each part reflects thy light:
And day succeeds the night.
By thee, the sun dispenses heat,
And beams of cheering day : The distant stars in order set,
By night, thy pow'r display.
By thee, the earth its produce yields,
And countless myriads live,
And their rich treasure give.
ALMIGHTY GOD! thy pow'rful word
From nothing all things brought: Earth, seas, and skies, by thee, their LORD,
With skill divine were wrought.
By thee preserv’d, the world remains
A proof of pow'r divine : Whatever this great whole contains,
By sov'reign right is thine.
Sun, moon, and stars thy views fulfil ;
Through thee each planet rolls :
All things from thee derive :
Or independent live.
To thine all-gracious pow'r we bow;
Our wills to thee resign :
We wou'd be ever thine.
THANKS TO GOD FOR CREATION AND PRESERVATION,
Thou pow'r supreme, by whose command I
live! The grateful tribute of my praise receive: To thy indulgence I my being owe, And all the joys which from that being flow.
A mind, susceptible of endless joy,
destroy ; Which shall survive, tho' nature claim my
breath, And bid defiance to the call of death;
To realms of bliss with active freedom soar, And live, when earth and skies shall be no
more : Author of life! in vain my tongue essays For this immortal gift to speak thy praise.
How shall my heart its grateful sense reveal,
appear, And ev'ry action prove my thanks sincerc!
Songs of immortal praise belong
To thee, almighty God!
To spread thy name abroad.
How great the works which thou hast
wrought! How glorious in our sight! And men, in ev'ry age, have sought
Thy wonders with delight.
How most correct is naturc's frame !
How wise th' eternal mind !
That thy first thoughts design'd.
Nature and time, and earth and skies
Thy bcav'nly skill proclaim : What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to know thy name?
To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace,
Is our divinest skill;
That best obeys thy will.
I GREAT GOD! the heav'ns' well order'dframe Declares the glories of thy name;
There thy rich works of wonder shine: A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless pow'r and skill divine.
From night to day, from day to night,
Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read :
And neither sound nor language need.
Where'er the sun beams forth abroad,
All nature joins to show thy praise.
And songs of cheerful homage raise.