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God seen in his works.
THERE is a God-all nature speaks,

Through earth, and air, and sens, and skies; Sec—from the clouds his glory breaks,

When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright,

Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.
8 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of your God;

Bow down before himn and adore.
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L. M. The heavens declare His glory. THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim: The' unwearied sun, from day to day, Doth his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty Hand. 9 Soon ns the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly, to the list’ning earth, Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Contirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to polo.

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3 What, though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What, though no real voice nor sound
Amid 'the radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing as they shine,

The Hand that made us is divine.
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All His works praise Him.
THERE seems a voice in every gale,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous talo

Of thy alınighty power;
The birds that rise on quiv'ring wing,

Proclaim their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring

To thee an anthem raise.
2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone

'Midst nature's loud acclaim ! Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,

Breathe forth thy holy name!
All nature's debt is sinall to mine,

Nature shall cease to be;
Thou gavest-proof of love divine--
Immortal life to me.

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His Name is glorious.
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How glorious is thy Name;
Thy wonders how diffused abroad,

Throughout creation's frame.
2 In native white and red

The rose and lily stand,
And, free from pride, their beauties spread,

To show thy skilful hand.

3 The lark mounts up the sky,

With unambitious song;
And bears ber Maker's praise on high,

Upon her artless tongue.
4 Fain would I rise and sing

To my Creator too;
Fain would my heart adore my King,

And give hiin praises due. 5 Let joy and worship spend

The remnant of my days :
And to my God my soul ascend,

In sweet perfumes of praise. 68

C. M. Heaven and earth are full of His glory. ETERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise,

Thee the creation sings : With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and beas,

And heaven's high palace, rings. 9 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,

How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,

And starr'd with sparkling gold. 8 There thou hast bid the globes of light

Their endless circuits run:
There the pale planet rules the night;

The day obeys the sun.
4 Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And strike the wond'ring sighty Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terror and delight. 6 Infinite strength, and equal skill,

Shine through thy works abroad : Our souls with vast amazement fill,

And speak the builder God!

S But the mild glories of thy grace,

Our softer passions move : Pity, divine, in Jesus' face, We

see, adore, and love. 69

C. M. All things created for His glory." GREAT First of beings I mishty Lord

frame, Produced by thy creating word,

The world from pothing came.
2 Lord, for thy glory shines the whole;

It all reflects thy light.
For this the planets ceaseless roll,

And day succeeds the night.
8 For this the earth ita produce yields;

For this the waters flow;
And blooming plants adorn the fields,

And trees and herbage grow.
4 Inspired with praise, may we pursue

This wise and noble end,
That all we think, or say, or do,

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The God of nature and of grace.
THE God of nature and of grace
His goodness through the earth we trace,

His grandeur in the spheres.
2 Behold this fair and fertile globe,

By him in wisdom plann'd; 'Twas he who girded, like a robe,

The ocean round the land.
3 Lift to the arch of heaven your eye;

Thither his path pursue ;
His glory, boundless as the sky,

O'erwhelms the wond'ring view.

1 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,

In all creation's lines :
Spread through eternity, thy fame

With rising lustre shines.
3 These lower works that swell thy praise,

High as our thoughts can tower,
Are but a portion of thy ways,

The biding of thy power.
6 Millions before thy presence stand,
Who feel, while they adore,
Fulness of joy at thy right hand,

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His greatness and condescensim.
O LORD, our King, how excellent
Thy glory in the firmament,

How wonderfully shown !'
2 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand;
The moon and stars amid the sky,

Thy lights in every land :-
3 Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst deiga
On him to set thy love,
Give him on earth & while to reign,

Then fill a throne above!
40 Lord, how excellent thy name;

How manifold thy ways! Let time

thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity thy praise.
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His glory and majesty,
GOD, we praise thee, and confess

That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,

By all the earth adored.

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