Who fmiles in the funbeam,
Or frowns in the ftorm.
4 By knowledge fupreme,
By wifdom divine,
With gracious defign:
O'er beaft, bird, and infect,
His providence reigns,
Whose will first created,
Whofe love ftill fuftains.
5 And man, his laft work,
With reafon endu❜d,
Who, falling through fin,
By grace is renew'd ;-
To God, his creator,
Let man ever raise
The fong of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise !
HYMN 24. P. M.
Praise to God from all nature.
O AZURE vaults! O crystal sky!
The world's tranfparent canopy!
Break your long filence, and let mortals know,
With what contempt you look on things below.
2 O light! thou faireft, firft of things,
From whom all joy all beauty fprings ;
O praise th' almighty ruler of the globe,
Who useth thee as his imperial robe.
Great eye of all! whofe glorious ray
Rules the bright empire of the day;
O praise his name, without whofe purer light,
Thou hadft been hid in an abyfs of night.
Ye moon and planets! who dispense
By God's command your influence;
Refign to him, as to your Maker due,
That homage which man's folly pays to you.
5 Ye mifts and vapours, hail and fnow,
And you who thro' the concave blow,
Swift to perform the mandates of his word,
Whirlwinds and tempefts! praise th' almighty
6 Praise him, ye monsters of the deep,
That in the fea's vaft bofom fleep;
At whose command the foaming billows roar,
Yet know their limits, tremble, and adore.
Praise him, old monuments of time! O praise him, ye in youthful prime! All ye who fhine in beauty's excellence! And praise him, thou sweet age of innocence ! Let the wide world his praises fing,
From whom its various bleffings spring: Let echoing anthems make his praises known, On earth his footstool, as in heav'n his throne !
HYMN 25. H. M.
Grateful praise.
1 TO your creator God,
Your great preferver, raife,
Ye creatures of his hand,
Your highest notes of praife:
Let every voice
Proclaim his pow'r,
His name adore,
And loud rejoice.
2 Thou fource of light and heat,
Bright fov'reign of the day,
Difpenfing bleffings round,
With all-diffufive ray;
From morn to night,
With ev'ry beam,
Record his name,
Who made thee bright.
3 Fair regent of the night,
With all thy ftarry train,
Which rife in filent hofts,
To gild the azure plain ;
With countless rays
Declare his name,
Prolong the theme,
Reflect his praise.
4 Let all the creatures join,
To celebrate his name,
And all their various powers
Affift th' exalted theme.
Let nature raise
From every tongue
A general fong
Of grateful praise.
5 But oh! from human tongues
Should nobler praises flow;
And every thankful heart,
With warm devotion glow :
Your voices raise,
Ye highly bleft
Above the rest;
Declare his praise.
HYMN 26. L. M.
Praife to the Lord of nature.
1O THOU, through all thy works ador'd,
Great pow'r fupreme, almighty Lord!
Author of life, whofe fov'reign fway
Creatures of ev'ry tribe obey!
2 To thee, moft high, to thee belong,
The fuppliant pray r, the joyful fong;
To thee will we attune our voice,
And in thy wondrous works rejoice.
3 Planets, thofe wand'ring worlds above,
Guided by thee, inceffant move;
Suns, kindled by a ray divine,
In honour of their maker shine.
4 From thee proceed heav'n's varied ftore,
The changing wind, the fruitful show'r,
The flying cloud, the colour'd bow,
The moulded hail, the feather'd fnow,
5 Tempefts obey thy mighty will;
Thy awful mandate to fulfil,
The forked light'nings dart around,
And rive the oak and blast the ground.
6 Yet, pleas'd to bless, kind to fupply,
Thy hand supports thy family,
And fofters with a parent's care,
The tribes of earth, and sea, and air.
7 Of nature's laws, and nature's king, Our tongues fhall never cease to fing: The debt of humble praise we pay; Father, accept the grateful lay.
HYMN 27. L. M.
All nature invoked to praise the Creator.
1 YE blefs'd inhabitants of heav'n!
To God be all your praises given :
O praise him in the realms that lie
Above the reach of mortal eye.
2 Praise him, thou fun, that round the pole
With reftlefs course art seen to roll;
Ye moon and ftars, his praise repeat;
Praise him, ye heav'ns, his awful feat !
3 Nor let the heav'ns his praise confine,
Let all of earth the chorus join;
Ye beafts that range th' uncultur'd soil,
Or patient lend to man your toil.
4 Praise him, each bird, that wings the air,
Each reptile nurtur'd by his care;
And ev'ry wind, and ev'ry storm,
That duteous his commands perform.
5 Ye youthful bands, and virgin choir,
Each lifping babe, and hoary fire,
Wake to his name your grateful fongs;
To him alone all praise belongs.
6 His glory earth's wide bounds o'erflows,
Nor highest heav'n its limit knows ;
O come, your thankful voices raise,
And confecrate to him your praise.
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