29.

C. M. MRS. STEELE.

Providence acknowledged.

10 GOD! while nature speaks thy praise
With all her num'rous tongues;
Thy saints shall tune diviner lays,
And love inspire their songs.

2 Thy vast dominion ever stands,
While earthly thrones decay;
And time submits to thy commands,
While ages roll away.

3 To thee, for each day's needful meat,
Thy creatures lift their eyes;
On thee, their common Father wait,
From thee receive supplies.

4 Thy sov'reign bounty, freely gives
Its unexhausted store,

And universal nature lives

On thy sustaining power.

5 Wisdom, and might, and goodness, Lord!
Which through thy works appear,
Should chiefly, grateful man record,
Man, thy distinguish'd care.

6 From thee the breath of life he drew;
That breath thy pow'r maintains ;
Thy tender mercy, ever new,

His brittle frame sustains.

7 Yet nobler favours claim his praise,
Of reason's light possest;

By revelation's brighter rays
Still more divinely blest.

8 Thy praises then, delightful theme!
Shall fill my heart and tongue;
Let all creation bless thy name,
In one eternal song.

30.

C. M.

LIVERPOOL OLD COL.

The God of nature invoked.

1 HAIL, King supreme, all wise and good!
To thee our thoughts we raise ;
While nature's beauties wide display'd
Inspire our souls with praise.

2 At morning, noon, and ev'ning mild,
Thy works engage 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 rising face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.

4 The sunny hill, the dewy lawn,
With countless beauties shine:
The silent grove, and awful shade,
Proclaim thy pow'r divine.

5 From tree to tree, a constant hymn
Employs the feather'd throng;
To thee their cheerful notes they swell,
And chant their thankful song.

6 Great nature's God! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage;

Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page.

31. C. M.

LIVERPOOL OLD COL.

Devout contemplation of creation.

1 Look round, O man! survey this globe;
Speak of creating pow'r ;
See nature gives a different robe
To ev'ry herb and flow'r.

2 See various beings fill the air,
And people earth and sea;
What grateful changes from the year!
How constant night and day!

3 Next raise thine eye; th' expanse above
A pow'r unbounded shows;
See round the sun the planets move,
And various worlds compose.

4 Then turn unto thyself, O man!
With wonder view thy soul;
Confess his pow'r who laid each plan,
And still directs the whole.

5 And let obedience to his laws
Thy gratitude proclaim,
To Him, the first Almighty Cause,
JEHOVAH is his name.

32. L. M. W. TAYLOR.

1 GOD of the universe, whose hand

Hath fill'd with suns the field of space, Round which, obeying thy command, The peopled worlds fulfil their race.

2 How vast the region, where thy hand Existence, form, and order gives;

Pleas'd the wide cup with joy to fill

For all that grows, and feels, and lives. 3 Lord, while we thank thee, let us learn Beneficence to all below;

Those praise thee best, whose bosoms burn To spread the gifts from thee that flow. 4 So at the awful hour of change

Our frames the bonds of death shall tear, Thro' the whole starry vast to range, Thy bounty to admire and share.

1 LET one loud song of praise arise
To God whose goodness ceaseless flows;
Who dwells enthron'd beyond the skies,
And life and breath on all bestows.

2 Let all of good this bosom fires,

To him, sole good, give praises due ;
Let all the truth himself inspires
Unite to sing him only true.

3 In ardent adoration join'd,

Obedient to thy hely will,
Let all my faculties combin'd,
Thy just commands, O God, fulfil.

4 And may my song with solemn sound

Like incense rise before thy throne, Where thou, whose glory knows no bound, Great cause of all things dwell'st alone.

Good men invited to praise God.

1 CREATION'S GOD! on him alone,

His footstool earth, high heav'n his throne,
Be all its praise bestow'd:

Whose hand the beauteous fabric made,
Whose eye the finish'd work survey'd,
And saw that all was good.

2 Ye sons of men! his praise display,
Who stamp'd his image on your clay,
And gave it pow'r to move :
Where'er ye go, where'er ye dwell,
From age to age successive tell
The wonders of his love.

3 Ye spirits of the just and good!
Who, panting for that blest abode,
To heavenly mansions soar :
O let your songs his praise display,
Till nature's self shall waste away,
And time shall be no more.

4 Praise him, ye meek and humble train!
Who shall those heav'nly joys obtain,
Prepar'd for souls sincere :

O praise him till you take your way
To regions of eternal day,

To reign forever there.

35. C. M. JERVIS.

Praise the peculiar duty of man.

1 LORD of the world's majestic frame !

Stupendous are thy ways;