5 Angels, the eldest sons of God,
Began the lofty song;

They saw the heav'ns expand abroad,
And earth on nothing hung.

6 Then man, the last and noblest work
Of all this nether frame,

With the first vital breath he drew,
Confess'd from whence he came.

7 O let us all give praise to God,
And magnify his name;

The wonders of his pow'r and love
Let the whole world proclaim.

69. L. M. MRS STEELE.
The voice of Nature.

1 ALMIGHTY goodness, pow'r divine,
The fields and verdant meads display;
And bless the hand which made them shine,
With various charms profusely gay.

2 For man and beast, here daily food In wide diffusive plenty grows; And there, for drink, the crystal flood In streams sweet-winding gently flows. 3 By cooling streams and soft'ning show'rs, The vegetable race are fed;

And trees and plants and herbs and flow'rs, Their Maker's bounty smiling spread.

4 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise Above the faint attempts of art ;

Their bright inimitable dyes

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

5 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er;
Confess the footsteps of the GoD,
And bow before him and adore.

70. L. M. ADDISON.

The voice of GOD in his works.
1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's pow'r display;
And publishes to ev'ry land,
The work of an almighty hand.
3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,

The

moon takes

And nightly, to the list’ning earth,
up the wondrous tale;
Repeats the story of her birth:

4 Whilst all the stars which round her burn, And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What tho', in solemn silence, all Move round this dark terrestrial ball; What tho' no real voice nor sound, Amidst their radiant orbs be found?

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine-
"The hand that made us is divine."

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71. S. M. WATTS.

Praise to the Creator.

ALMIGHTY maker, Gon!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Thro' all creation's frame !
Nature in ev'ry dress
Her humble homage pays;
And does a thousand ways express

Her undissembled praise.

My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too:

Fain would my tongue adore my King,

And pay the homage due.

In joy, oh! let me spend

The remnant of my days;

And oft to GOD, my soul! ascend

In grateful songs of praise.

72. C. M. LIVERPOOL OLD COLLECTION. Devout contemplation of creation.

1 Look round, O man! survey this globe; Speak of creating pow'r:

See, nature gives a diff'rent robe
To ev'ry herb and flow'r.

2 See various beings fill the air,
And people earth and sea;

What grateful changes form the year!
How constant night and day!

3 Next raise thine eye; the vast expanse
A pow'r unbounded shows;

See round the sun the planets dance,
And various worlds compose.

4 Then turn into thyself, O man!
With wonder view thy soul;
Confess his pow'r who laid each plan,
And still directs the whole.

5 And let obedience to his laws
Thy gratitude proclaim,

To Him, the first Almighty Cause,
JEHOVAH is his name.

73. C. M. GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE. The GOD of nature invoked. 1 HAIL, great Creator, wise and good! To thee our songs we raise : Nature, through all her various scenes, Invites us to thy praise.

2 At morning, noon, and ev’ning mild, Fresh wonders strike our view;

And while we gaze, our hearts exult,

With transports

ever new.

3 Thy glory beams in ev'ry star Which gilds the gloom of night;

And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.

4 The lofty hill, the humble lawn,
With countless beauties shine:
The silent grove, the awful shade,
Proclaim thy pow'r divine.

5 Great nature's GOD! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage;
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page!

6 And while, in all thy wondrous works,
Thy varied love we see;

Still may the contemplation lead
Our hearts, O God! to thee.

74. P. M. MERRICK.

The perfections and providence of God. 1 LIFT your voice, and joyful sing Praises to your heav'nly King; For his blessings far extend, And his mercy knows no end. 2 Be the LORD your noblest theme, Who of gods is God supreme; He, to whom all lords beside Bow the knee and veil their pride.

3 Who asserts his just command
By the wonders of his hand:

He, whose wisdom thron'd on high,
Built the mansions of the sky :