The ocean looketh up to heaven And mirrors every star;

3 The green earth sends her incense up From many a mountain shrine:

From folded leaf and dewy cup
She pours her sacred wine.

4 The blue sky is the temple's arch;
Its transept, earth and air;
The music of its starry march
The chorus of a prayer.

5 So nature keeps the reverent frame With which her years began; And all her signs and voices shame The prayerless heart of man.

Within us and around,

Are pages in that book, to show

How God himself is found.

3 The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.

4 Two worlds are ours: 'tis only sin Forbids us to descry

The mystic heaven and earth within,
Plain as the sea and sky.

5 Thou who hast given us eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give us a heart to find out thee,

And read thee everywhere.

Paternal Providence of God.

COLLETT

1 THROUGH all the various shifting scene
Of life's mistaken ill or good,
Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen,
The beautiful vicissitude.

2 Thou givest with paternal care,
Howe'er unjustly we complain,
To all their necessary share

Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 3 All things on earth, and all in heaven, On thine eternal will depend; And all for greater good were given, Would man pursue the appointed end. 4 Be this my care: to all beside Indifferent let wishes De; my Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, And fixed my soul, great God, on thee