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For thee in course the planets roll,
And day succeeds to night.

4 For thee the earth its produce yields,
For thee the waters flow;

And plants and trees adorn the fields,
And all thy goodness show.

5 May we, too, Lord, with zeal pursue
This wise and noble end;
That all we think and all we do
May to thine honour tend.

HYMN XLVII. L. M.

Praise to the Creator.

1 Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sov'reign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker! to thy name?

4 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love!

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful

songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

HYMN XLVIII. L. M.

To the invisible Author of nature.

1 Thy hand unseen sustains the poles, On which this vast creation rolls; The starry arch proclaims thy power, Thy pencil glows in every flower; 2 In thousand shapes and colours rise Thy painted wonders to our eyes; While beasts and birds with lab'ring throats,

Teach us a God in thousand notes.

3 The meanest part in nature's frame,
Marks out some letter of thy name.
Where sense can reach, or fancy rove,
From hill to hill, from field to grove;
4 Across the waves, around the sky,
There's not a spot, or low or high,
Where the Creator has not trod,
And left the footsteps of a God.

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The voice of Nature proclaiming God.

1 There is a God, all nature speaks, Through earth and air and seas and skies. See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When the first beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame, Inscribes in characters of light His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Diffusing life, his influence spreads, And health and plenty smile around, And fruitful fields, and verdant meads, Are with a thousand blessings crown'd. 4 Almighty Goodness, Power divine,

The fields and verdant meads display; And bless the hand, which made them shine

With various charms profusely gay.

5 For man and beast, here daily food In wide diffusive plenty grows; And there for drink, the crystal flood In streams sweet winding gently flows. 6 By cooling streams and soft'ning showers, The vegetable race are fed;

And trees and plants and herbs and flowers,

Their Maker's bounty smiling spread.

HYMN L. L. M.

Praise to the Lord of nature.

10 thou, through all thy works ador❜d!
Great power supreme! Almighty Lord!
Author of life, whose sov'reign sway
Creatures of every tribe obey!

2 To thee, Most High! to thee belong
The suppliant prayer, the joyful song;
To thee will we attune our voice,
And in thy wondrous works rejoice.

3 Planets, those wand'ring worlds above,
Guided by thee, incessant move;
Suns, kindled by a ray divine.
In honour of their Maker shine.

4 From thee proceed heaven's varied store,
The changing wind, the fruitful shower,
The flying cloud, the colour'd bow,
The moulded hail, the feather'd snow.

5 Tempests obey thy mighty will;
Thine awful mandate to fulfil,
The forked lightnings dart around,
And rive the oak, and blast the ground.

6 The varying seasons all are thine,
All govern'd by thy hand divine;
Supporting, through thy constant care,
The tribes of earth, and sea, and air.

7 To thee, of life th' eternal spring,
Invisible, all-powerful King,
One chorus let all creatures raise,
One hyma of universal praise.

HYMN LI. P. M.

Gad the life and light of the world.

1 Thou art, O God! the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.

2 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that summer wreathes,
Is born beneath that kindling eye;
Where'er we turn thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine!

HYMN LII. L. M.

The voice of God in his Works.

1 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens a shining frame, Their great original proclaim.

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