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3 The moon to the deep shades of night
Speaks the mild lustre of thy name;
While all the stars that cheer the scene
Thee, the great Lord of light, proclaim.

4 And groves, and vales, and rocks, and hills
And every flower, and every tree—
Ten thousand creatures, warm with life,
Have each a grateful song for thee.

5 But man was formed to rise to heaven;
And, blessed with reason's clearer light,
He views his Maker through his works,
And glows with rapture at the sight.
6 Nor can the thousand songs that rise,
Whether from air, or earth, or sea,
So well repeat Jehovah's praise,
Or raise such sacred harmony.

173.

L. M.

ADDISON.

The Heavens declare the Glory of God. Ps. 19.

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

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

2 Th' unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes
up
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

the wondrous tale,

4 While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5 What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark, terrestrial ball-
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found-

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing, as they shine,
'The hand that made us is divine.'

174.

L. P. M.

*WATTS.

The Same. Ps. 19.

1 GREAT God, the heaven's well-ordered frame Declares the glory of thy name:

There thy rich works of wonder shine-
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,

Of boundless power and skill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need.

3 Yet their divine instructions run
Far as the journeys of the sun,

And every nation knows their voice;

The sun, in robes of splendor drest
Breaks from the chambers of the east,

Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.

4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles, and speaks his maker, God;
All nature joins him in the praise.
Thus God in every creature shines;
Fair is the book of nature's lines,
But fairer is the book of

grace.

175.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Nature inviting to praise God.

1 THOU great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise:

Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.

2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And while we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.

3 Thy glory beams in every star
Which gilds the gloom of night;
It decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.

4 The lofty hill, the humble vale,

With countless beauties shine;
The silent grove, the awful shade,
Proclaim thy power divine.

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.

176.

L. M.

ENFIELD.

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.

177.

L. M.

MRS. OPIE.

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.

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