Thy various works declare thy name,
And all resound thy praise.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
Whose motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour,
We read thy glory still.

3 And while these radiant globes of light, That shine from pole to pole,

In silent harmony unite

To praise thee as they roll;

4 Oh! shall not we of human race,
The glorious concert join?
Shall not the children of thy grace
Attempt the theme divine?

5 Not all the feeble notes of time

Can show forth God's high praise;
Nor all the noblest strains sublime
That earth or heav'n can raise.
6 Yet this shall be our best employ,
Thro' life's uncertain days:
And in the realms of boundless joy,
Eternal be thy praise.

CELESTIAL Worlds! your Maker's name
Resound through ev'ry shining coast:
Our God a nobler praise will claim,
Where he unfolds his glories most.

2 Stupendous globe of flaming day!
Praise him in thy sublime career;
He struck from night thy peerless ray,
Gave thee thy path, and guides thee there.
3 Ye starry lamps, to whom 'tis giv'n
Night's sable horrors to illume,
Praise him who hung you high in heav'n,
With vivid fires to gild the gloom.
4 Lightnings, that round th' Eternal play!
Thunders, that from his arm are hurl'd!
The grandeur of your God convey,
Blazing, or bursting on the world.

5 From clime to clime, from shore to shore,
Be the almighty God ador'd:
He made the nations by his pow'r,
And rules them with his sov'reign word.

6 At once let nature's ample round

To God the vast thanksgiving raise:
His high perfection knows no bound,
But fills the immensity of space.

37. 8 & 6s. M. OGILVIE.

Hymn of universal praise.

1 AWAKE, my soul, to God the lay!
Let ev'ry creature homage pay,
And praise th' almighty name!
Let heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one harmonious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme!

2 Ye angels, catch the joyful sound, And, as ye wait his throne around,

His wond'rous goodness sing!
Let the full choir of saints above
Join the glad strain of grateful love,
And strike th' according string :

3 Ye plumed warblers of the sky,
Who, heav'nward singing, soar on high,
Melodious anthems raise !

To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise !

4 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
To join the thunders of the skies,
Praise him who bids you roll ;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

5 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your maker, God!
Ye thunders speak his pow'r!
Lo! on the lightning's gleamy wing
In triumph rides th' eternal king;
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.

6 Let man, with nobler reason fraught,
The feeling heart, the glowing thought,
In God's high praise employ!
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heaven's extended arch rebound
The general burst of joy!

Praise to the Lord of nature.

10 THOU, through all thy works ador'd,
Great pow'r supreme, almighty Lord!
Author of life, whose sov'reign sway
Creatures of ev'ry tribe obey!

2 To thee, most high, to thee belong
The suppliant pray'r, the joyful song;
To thee will we attune our voice,
And in thy wond'rous 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 heav'n's varied store,
The changing wind, the fruitful show'r,
The flying cloud, the colour'd bow,
The moulded hail, the feather'd snow:
5 Tempests obey the mighty will;
Thine awful mandate to fulfil,

The forked lightnings dart around,
And rive the oak, and blast the ground.
6 Yet, pleas'd to bless, kind to supply,
Thy hand supports thy family,
And fosters, with a parent's care,
The tribes of earth, and sea, and air.
7 Of nature's laws, and nature's king
Our tongues shall never cease to sing
The debt of humble praise we pay;
Father, accept the grateful lay!

Divine majesty and goodness in the terrible appeara ces of nature.

1 AWAKE, my soul, to hymns of praise, To God the song of triumph raise; Adorn'd with majesty divine,

What pomp, what glory, Lord, are thine!

2 Light forms his robe, and round his head
The heavens their ample curtain spread ;
See on the wind's expanded wings
The chariot of the King of kings!

3 Around him rang'd in awful state,
Dark silent storms attentive wait;
And thunders, ready to fulfil

The mandates of his sov'reign will.
4 From earth's low margin to the skies
He bids the dusky vapours rise;
Then from his magazines on high,
Commands th' imprison'd winds to fly.
5 The lightning's pallid sheet expands,
And showers descend on furrow'd lands;
While down the mountain's channel's side
The torrent rolls in swelling pride;

6 Till spent its wild impetuous force,
And settled in its destin'd course,
It waters all the fruitful plains,
And fe in various forms sustains..

7 Thus clouds, and storms, and fires obey
Thy wise and all-controlling sway;