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But Spring revives their hopes again,
4 How emblematic of that day,
The glorious resurrection morn, When, decked in brighter robes than May, In robes that angel hosts adorn, The soul, redeemed, shall burst its tomb, And in immortal glory bloom!
GOD'S WORKS PRAISE HIM.
HYMN 71. H. M. [#]
1 YE realms below the skies,
To heaven's eternal King.
2 Give glory to the Lord,
Ye kindreds of the earth;
And show his wonders forth,
3 "Tis he the mountains crowns With forests waving wide;
"Tis he old ocean bounds,
4 Still let the waters roar,
As round the earth they roll;
They sound, from pole to pole.
5 His praise, ye worlds on high, Display, with all your spheres, Amid the darksome sky,
When silent night appears.
Praise to the Creator.
1 ALMIGHTY MAKER, God,
2 Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays;
3 My soul would rise and sing
Fain would my tongue adore my King,
4 In joy, O, let me spend
The remnant of my days;
HYMN 73. C. M. [#]
Works of God..
1 Lo, what a speaking lustre shines
His wisdom writ in fairest lines,
2 The heavens, adorned with moon and stars, Express his glorious skill;
The day his strong impression bears;
3 Their language through the earth is heard;
4 Behold yon glowing, radiant sun,
5 Such is thy law, O God of grace, Which renovates the soul;
A law of love, and truth, and peace,
6 Nor shall its moral light grow dim,
HYMN 74. C. M. [#]
Grandeur of God's Works.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir, Who fill the realms above;
Praise him who formed you of his fire,
2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,
Or veil the lustre of your eyes
3 Thou central globe of golden light,
4 Blush, and refund the honours paid
Tell the blind world your orbs are fed
5 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud
HYMN 75. C. M. [#]
God controls the Seas.
1 THY works of glory, mighty Lord,
2 At thy command the winds arise,
3 Then to the Lord they raise their cries;
4 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,
5 O that the sons of men would praise
HYMN 76. L. M. [#]
1 WOULD you behold the works of God,
2 They leave their native shores behind,
3 When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry;