3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine; Without his high behest,

Ye shall not in the mountain pine
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies!

He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.

5 Ye nations! bend, in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs! wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate the God!

HYMN LVII. 8, 8, 6 M.

The power and goodness of God.

1 O come and sing your Maker's name! With cheerful thanks his praise proclaim, For ye are all his own!

All, from the angel to the worm:
The vernal breeze, the raging storm,
Confess him Lord alone.

2 He gives the world yon orb of light,
He bids the moon shine mildly bright,
He wields the balanc'd earth;
He makes the seasons duly yield;
His dews refresh the grassy field,
And give its treasures birth.

3 'Tis God, who swells the tender seeds, And man with strength'ning bread pro vides,

And heart-rejoicing wine;
He holds the lightning in his hand,
The host of heaven, the sea, the land,
Confess his power divine.

4 His rainbow still proclaims on high,
That mercy, to repentance nigh,
Which never shall abate;

The morning on the midnight calls,
The day exclaims, 'till evening falls,
That God is good and great.-

5 Great, when the thunder rolls along;
Great, in the streams of ocean strong,
The light, the fountains sweet.
Great God! if thus thy praises be,
Make this devoted heart for thee
A sanctuary meet,

HYMN LVIII. C. M.

Grateful praise.

1 To your creator God,
Your great Preserver, raise,
Ye creatures of his hand,
Your highest notes of praise.

Let ev'ry voice

His name adore,

Proclaim his power,
And loud rejoice.

2 Thou source of light and heat,
Bright sov'reign of the day,
Dispensing blessings round,
With all-diffusive 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 starry train,
Which rise in silent hosts,
To gild the azure plain;

With countless rays
Prolong the theme,

Declare his name,
Reflect his praise.

4 Let all the creatures join,
To celebrate his name,
And all their various powers
Assist th' exalted theme.

Let nature raise

A general song

From ev'ry tongue

Of grateful praise.

5 But O! from human tongues
Should nobler praises flow;
And ev'ry thankful heart
With warm devotion glow.

Your voices raise,
Above the rest,

Ye highly blest;
Declare his praise.

HYMN LIX. L. M.

The glory of God.

1 Ye sons of men, in sacred lays, Attempt the great Creator's praise; But O! what tongue can speak his fame! What mortal verse can reach the theme! 2 Enthron'd amidst the radiant spheres, He glory like a garment wears;

His boundless wisdom, power, and grace,
Command our awe, transcend our praise.
3 To God all nature owes its birth,
He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth;
He raised the glorious arch on high,
And measur'd out the azure sky.

4 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, thro' all this wondrous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.

5 Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing,
Let us his high perfections sing;
O let his praise employ our tongue,
Whilst list'ning worlds applaud the song!

HYMN LX. P.M.

God seen in all.

1 My God! all nature owns thy sway; Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day;

When all thy lov'd creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre breaks,
And bathes in dew the op'ning flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to thee belong.

2 Or when, in paler tints array'd,

The ev'ning slowly spreads her shade;
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can more than day's enliv'ning bloom,
Still ev'ry fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire;
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead the soften'd heart to thee.

3 In every scene thy hands have dress'd,
In every form by thee impress'd,
Upon the mountain's awful head,
Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread;
In every note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,
A voice is heard of praise and love.

4 As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul,
O never may their smiling train

Pass o'er the human sense in vain!
But oft, as on their charms we gaze;
Attune the wand'ring soul to praise ;