Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains.
O may I bear some humble part In that immortal song;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue.
PARENT of good! thy works of might I trace with wonder and delight; Thy name is all divine.
There's naught in earth or sea or air, Or heav'n itself, that's good or fair, But what is wholly thine.
2 Immensely high thy glories rise; They strike my soul with sweet surprise, And sacred pleasure yield: An ocean wide without a bound, Where ev'ry noble wish is drown'd, And ev'ry want is fill'd.
8 To thee my warm affections move, In sweet astonishment and love, While at thy feet I fall;
I pant for nought beneath the skies; To thee my ardent wishes rise, 0 my eternal All!
4 What shall I do to spread thy praise, My God! through my remaining days, Or how thy name adore?
To thee 1 consecrate my breath; Let me be thine in life and death, And thine for evermore.
God's love displayed in creation.
1 HALL, great Creator, wise and good! To thee our songs we raise.
Nature, thro' 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!
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, Does 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 up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth:
4 Whilst 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. 5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What tho' nor 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.
All things dependent on God 1 WE sing th' almighty pow'r of God,
Who bade the mountains rise, Who spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
2 We sing the wisdom that ordain'd The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.
3 We sing the goodness of the Lord, Who fills the earth with food; Who form'd his creatures by a word, And then pronounc'd them good.
Lord, how thy wonders are display'd, Where'er we turn our eyes:
Whether we view the ground we tread, Or gaze upon the skies!
5 There's not a plant nor flow'r below, But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne.
6 On him each moment we depend; If he withdraw, we die.
Oh may we ne'er that God offend, Who is for ever nigh!
The riches of divine goodness. ET the high heav'ns your songs invite; Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, And stars that glow from pole to pole.
2 Sing earth in verdant robes array'd, Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and shade; Peopled with life of various forms,
Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms. 3 View the broad sea's majestic plains, And think how wide its Maker reigns. That band remotest nations joins; And on each wave his goodness shines. 4 But O! that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns incarnate love! God's only Son, in flesh array'd, For man a bleeding victim made! 5 Thither my soul, with rapture soar; There in the land of praise adore! The theme demands an angel's lay, Demands an everlasting day.
∙Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise the Lord. 1 FAIREST of all the lights above,
Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres,
And with unwearied swiftness move, To form the circles of our years;
? Praise the Creator of the skies,
That dress'd thine orb in golden rays; Or let the sun forget to rise,
If he forget his Maker's praise!
3 Thou reigning beauty of the night, Fair queen of silence, silver moon, Whose gentle beams, and borrow'd light, Are softer rivals of the noon;
Arise, and to that sovereign Power Waxing and waning honours pay, Who bade thee rule the dusky hour, And half supply the absent day!
5 Ye twinkling stars that gild the skies, When darkness has its curtain drawn; That keep your watch with wakeful eyes, When business, cares, and day, are gone 6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord, Dispers'd through all the heavenly street, Whose boundless treasures can afford So rich a pavement for his feet!
7 O God of glory, God of love,
Thou art the sun that makes our days; With all thy shining works above Let man attempt to speak thy praise!
The Ministry of Angels.
1 GREAT God! what hosts of angels stand, In shining ranks at thy right hand, Array'd in robes of dazzling light, With pinions stretch'd for distant flight!
2 Immortal fires! seraphic flames!
Who can recount their various names? In strength and beauty they excel; For near the throne of God they dwell.
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