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Shall not the children of thy grace
Attempt the theme divine?
Can show forth God's high praise ;
That earth or heav'n can raise. 6 Yet this shall be our best employ,
Thro' life's uncertain days;
Eternal be thy praise.
64. L. M. Watts.
Desiring to praise God. 1 Be thou exalted, O my God!
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell : Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell..
Immortal honours to thy name :
My tongue, the glory of my frame ! 3 In thee, my God! are all the springs
Of boundless love, and grace unknown:
And reaches to the utmost sky :
5 Be thou exalted, O my God!
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell: Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell.
65. C. M. MRS STEELE.
Everlasting praise. 1 MY GOD! my King ! to thee I'll raise
My voice, and all my pow'rs:
Shall fill the circling hours. 2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue, While suns shall set and rise
i And tune my everlasting song,
When all creation dies.
The Works of God celebrated.
66. C. M. Watts.
The creation of the world.
Said the Almighty LORD;
At his creating word.
God said, Let there be light !
And scatter'd ancient night.
The clouds ascend, and bear A wat’ry treasure to the sky,
And float upon the air. 4 The liquid element below
Was gather'd by his hand; The rolling seas together flow,
And leave the solid land. 5 With herbs, and plants, and fruitful trees,
The new-form'd globe he crown'd, Ere there was rain to bless the soil, Or sun to warm the ground.
6 Then, high in heav'n's resplendent arch,
He plac'd those orbs of light;
The moon to rule the night. 9 Next, from the deep, th’ Almighty King
Did vital beings frame; Fowls of the air of ev'ry wing,
And fish of ev'ry name. 8 To all the various brutal tribes
He gave their wondrous birth; At once the lion and the worm
Sprang from the teeming earth.
At last was Adam made;
And glory crown'd his head.
The whole creation stood;
His word pronounc'd it good.
67. C. M. Dopsley's Poems.
God the Creator of mankind. 1 GOD of our lives, whose bounteous care
First gave us pow'r to move!
The wonders of thy love? 2 While void of thought and sense we lay,
Dust of our parent earth,
Thy breath inform'd the sleeping clay,
And call'd us into birth.
The yet unfinish'd plan;
And form'd the future man.
Beneath thy forming hands,
Whate'er thy will commands.
68. C. M. GROVE.
God the Creator,
How glorious to behold!
In characters of gold !
In lines immensely great;
CREATOR-GOD is writ.
Nor voice to thee, O sun !
Their language is but one.
Thy fame is echo'd round;
The never-dying sound