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God seen in his works.

THERE is a God-all nature speaks,

Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies; See-from the clouds his glory breaks, When earliest beams of morning rise.

2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of your God;
Bow down before him and adore.

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The heavens declare his glory.

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THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:

The' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

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.

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All His works praise Him.

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seems a voice in every gale,

A tongue in every flower,

Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thy almighty power;

The birds, that rise on quiv'ring wing,
Proclaim their Maker's praise,

And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee an anthem raise.

2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone
'Midst nature's loud acclaim?
Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name?

All nature's debt is small to mine,
Nature shall cease to be;

Thou gavest-proof of love divine-
Immortal life to me.

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His name is glorious.

LMIGHTY Maker, God,

A How glorious is thy Name;

Thy wonders how diffused abroad,
Throughout creation's frame.

2 In native white and red

The rose and lily stand,

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And, free from pride, their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand.

3 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song;

And bears her Maker's praise on high,
Upon her artless tongue.

4 Fain would I rise and sing
To my Creator too;

Fain would my heart adore my King,
And give him praises due.

5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days:
And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise.

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Heaven and earth are full of His glory.

TERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings:

With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace, rings.

2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold!"

Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circuits run:

There the pale planet rules the night;
The day obeys the sun.

4 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the wond'ring sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

5 Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through thy works abroad:
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God!

6 But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move:
Pity divine, in Jesus' face,
We see, adore, and love.

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All things created for his glory. REAT First of beings! mighty Lord Of all this wondrous frame, Produced by thy creating word, The world from nothing came.

2 Lord, for thy glory shines the whole; It all reflects thy light:

For this the planets ceaseless roll,
And day succeeds the night.

3 For this the earth its produce yields; For this the waters flow;

And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees and herbage grow.

4 Inspired with praise, may we pursue
This wise and noble end,

That all we think, or say, or do,
Shall to thy glory tend.

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The God of nature and of grace.

THE God of nature and of grace
In all his works appears;

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His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.

2 Behold this fair and fertile globe,
By him in wisdom plann'd;
"Twas he who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.

3 Lift to the arch of heaven your eye;
Thither his path pursue;

His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wond'ring view.

4 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,
In all creation's lines:

Spread through eternity, thy fame
With rising lustre shines.

5 These lower works that swell thy praise,
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.

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His greatness and condescension. LORD, our King, how excellent Thy name on earth is known; Thy glory in the firmament,

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How wonderfully shown!

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2 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand;

The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land :—

3 Lord! what is man that thou shouldst deign On him to set thy love,

Give him on earth a while to reign,
Then fill a throne above?

4 O Lord, how excellent thy name;
How manifold thy ways!

Let time thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity thy praise.

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His glory and majesty.

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GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord

And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.