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God revealed in his Works.

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day.
Does 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 listening carth,
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 this dark terrestrial ball ?
What though no real voice or sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
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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O God, thou bottomless abyss !
Thee to perfection who can know?
O height immense! what words suffice,

Thy countless attributes to show ? 2 While thee, all-infinite, I set

By faith before my ravish'd eye,
My weakness bends beneath the weight;

O'erpower'd I sink, I faint, I die.
3 Eternity thy dwelling was,
Which, like thee, no beginning knew;
Thou wast, ere time began its race,
Ere glow'd with stars the ethereal blue.

The Providence of God.

4 Greatness unspeakable is thine,

Greatness, whose undiminish'd ray,
When short-lived worlds are lost, shall shine

When earth and heaven are fied away. 5 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord,

Essential life's unbounded sea !
What lives and moves, lives by thy word;

It lives, and moves, and is from thee. 6 Thy parent hand, thy forming skill,

Firm fix'd this universal chain;
Else empty, barren darkness still

Had held his unmolested reign.
7 Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky,

Or shuns or meets the wandering thought,
Escapes or strikes the searching eye,

By thee was to perfection brought.
8 High is thy power above all height;
Whate'er tly will decrees is done ;
Thy wisdom, equal to thy might,

Only to thee, O God, is known.
9 What our dim eye could never see,

Is plain and naked to thy sight:
What thickest darkness veils, to thee

Shines clearly as the morning light. 10 In light thou dwell'st; light, that no shade,

No variation ever knew;
Heaven, earth, and hell, stand all display'd,
And open to thy piercing view.

HYMN 5. L.M.

The Providence of God.
Thou true and only God, lead'st forth
The immortal armies of the sky;
Thou laugh'st to scorn the gods of earth;

Thou thunderest, and amazed they dy. 2 With downcast eye the angelic choir

Appear before thy awful face:

The Providence of God.

Trembling they strike the golden lyre,

And thro heaven's vault resound thy praise. 3 [In earth, in heaven, in all, thou art:

The conscious creature feels thy nod,
Whose forming hand on every part

Impress'd the image of its God.
4 Thine, Lord, is power, and thine alone:

Justice and truth before thee stand:
Yet nearer to thy sacred throne,

Mercy withholds thy lifted hand.]
6 Each evening shows the tender love,

Each rising morn thy plenteous grace;
Thy wakened wrath does slowly move,

Thy willing mercy flies apace.
6 To thy benign, indulgent care,

Father, this light, this breath we owe;
And all we have, and all we are,
From thee, great Source of being, flow.
(Parent of good, thy bounteous hand
Incessant blessings down distils :
And all in air, or sea, or land,

With plenteous food and gladness fills. 8 All things in thee live, move, and are ;

Thy power infused does all sustain:
E'en those thy daily favours share

Who thankless spurn thy easy reign.] 9 Thy sun, thou bid'st his genial ray,

Alike on all impartial pour :
On all who hate or bless thy sway,

Thou bid'st descend the fruitful shower.
Jo Yet while, at length, who scorned thy might,

Shall feel thee a consuming fire:
How sweet the joys, the crown how bright,

Of those who to thy love aspire!
11 All creatures praise th' Eternal pame;

Ye hosts that to his courts belong,
Cherubic choirs, seraphic flame,
Awake the everlasting song!

The Eternity of God.
12 Thrice holy: thine the kingdom is,

The power omnipotent is thine;
And when created nature dies,

Thy never-ceasing glories shine. 13 Unfathomable depths thou art :

O plunge me in thy mercy's sea!
Void of true wisdom is my heart-
With love embrace and cover me.

HYMN 6. L.M.
Divine Majesty and Condescension.
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty:
His glory shines with beams so bright,

No mortal can sustain the sight.
2 His terrors keep the world in awe,

His justice guards his holy law;
His love reveals his shining face,

His truth and promise seal the grace. 3 Through all his works his wisdom shines,

And baffles Satan's deep designs :
His power is sovereign to fulfil

The noblest counsels of his will. 4 And will Jehovah condescend

To be my Father and my Friend?
Then let my songs with angels join;
Heaven is secure, if God is mine.

HYMN 7. C.M.

The Eternity of God.
Thou didst, О mighty God, exist,

Ere time began its race;
Before the ample elements

Fill'd up the void of space : 2 Before the pond'rous earthly globe

In fluid air was staid;

God eternal ; Man mortal.

Before the ocean's mighty springs

Their liquid stores display'd;
3 Ere men adored, or angels knew,

Or prais'd thy wondrous name:
Thy bliss, O sacred spring of life!

And glory were the same.
4 And when the pillars of the world

With sudden ruin break,
And all this vast and goodly frame

Sinks in the mighty wreck: 5 For ever permanent and fix'd,

From dissolution free, Unchanged in everlasting years,

Shall thy existence be. 6 Great God! while nature speaks thy praise,

With all her numerous tongues,
Thy saints shall tune diviner lays,

And love inspire their songs. ROWE

HYMN 8. L.M.

God eternal; Man mortal. LORD, thou hast been thy children's God, All-pow'rful, wise, and good, and just; In every age their safe abode,

Their hope, their refuge, and their trust. 2 Before thy word gave nature birth,

Or spread the starry heavens abroad,
Or form’d the varied face of earth,

From everlasting thou art God. 3 Great Father of eternity,

How short are ages in thy sight!
A thousand years, how swift they fly,
Like one short silent watch of night.
4 Uncertain life, how soon it flies !

Dream of an hour, how short our bloom !
Like spring's gay verdure now we rise,
Cut down ere night to fill the tomb.

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