5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage;
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page.
6 And while, in all thy wondrous works,
Thy varied love we see,
Still may the contemplation lead
Our hearts, O God, to thee.
Praise to the Lord of Nature.
10 THOU, through all thy works adored!
Great power supreme! almighty Lord!
Author of life, whose sovereign sway
Creatures of every tribe obey!
2 To thee, Most High, to thee belong
The suppliant prayer, the joyful song;
To thee we will attune our voice,
And in thy wondrous works rejoice.
3 Planets, those wandering worlds above,
Guided by thee, incessant move;
Suns, kindled by a ray divine,
In honor of their Maker shine.
4 From thee proceed heaven's varied store,-
The changing wind, the fruitful shower,
The flying cloud, the colored bow,
The moulded hail, the feathered 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 Yet, pleased 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.
Uniting with Nature in God's Praise.
1 THERE seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every opening flower,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thine indulgence, love and power.
The birds that rise on quivering wing
Appear to hymn their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of Spring
To thee a general pæan raise.
2 And shall my voice, great God, alone
Be mute 'mid Nature's loud acclaim !
No! let my heart, with answering tone,
Breathe forth in praise thy holy name.
And Nature's debt is small to mine-
Thou bad'st her being bounded be;
But (matchless proof of love divine!)
Thou gav'st immortal life to me.
3 The Savior left his heavenly throne
A ransom for our souls to give ;
Man's suffering state he made his own,
And deigned to die that we might live.
But thanks and praise for love so great
No mortal tongue can e'er express;
Then let me, bowed before thy feet,
In silence love thee, Lord, and bless.
God's Works and Law show forth his Glory. Ps. 19.
1 Lo, what a speaking lustre shines
In all the works of God!
His wisdom writ in fairest lines-
His power declared abroad.
2 The heavens, adorned with moon and stars, Express his glorious skill;
The day his strong impression bears;
The night attends his will.
3 Their language through the earth is heard;
One all-extending voice
Proclaims abroad the cheering word,
And bids the world rejoice.
4 Behold yon glowing, radiant sun,
Great source of blissful light!
Rejoicing in his course to run,
And shed effulgence bright.
5 Such is thy law, O God of grace!
Which renovates the soul,-
A law of love, and truth, and peace,
That makes the sinner whole.
6 Nor shall its moral light grow dim
Or ever fade away;
The present gentle, rising beam
Shall shed a boundless day.
Nature and Scripture. Ps. 19.
1 THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord;
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.
2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days thy power confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.
4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest
Till through the world thy truth has run―
Till Christ hath all the nations blest
That see the light or feel the sun.
5 Great Sun of righteousness! arise;
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;-
Thy gospel makes the simple wise;
Thy laws are pure--thy judgments right.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view
In souls renewed and sins forgiven:
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven.
1 THY glory, Lord, the heavens declare;
The firmament displays thy skill;
The changing cloud, the viewless air,
Tempest and calm, thy word fulfil;
Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night thy knowledge teach.
2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear,
Well known the language of their song
When, one by one, the stars appear,
Led by the silent moon along,
Till round the earth, from all the sky,
Thy beauty beams on every eye.
3 Waked by thy touch, the morning sun Comes like a bridegroom from his bower, And, like a giant, glad to run
His bright career with speed and
Thy flaming messenger, to dart
Life through the depth of Nature's heart.
4 While these transporting visions shine
Along the path of providence,
Glory eternal, joy divine,
Thy word reveals, transcending sense:
My soul thy goodness longs to see,—
Thy love to man, thy love to me,
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