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4 Their doctrine does its sacred sense Through earth's extent display; Whose bright contents the circling sun Does round the world convey.
5 No bridegroom, for his nuptials dressed, Has such a cheerful face;
No giant does like him rejoice
To run his glorious race.
6 From east to west, from west to east,
His restless course he
And, through his progress, cheerful light
And vital warmth bestows.
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.
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
Whilst all the stars which round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
Confirm the tidings, as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
3 What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark, terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found; -
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."
1 TURN to the stars of heaven thine eyes, And God shall meet thee there;
Exalt thy vision to the skies,
His glory they declare;
Day speaks to day, night teaches night,
The wonders of their frame,
And all in harmony unite
Their Maker to proclaim.
2 Earth has no language, man no speech,
But gives their voice a tongue;
Their words the world's foundations reach;
Their hymn in heaven is sung;
Pavilioned there in glory bright,
As from a blooming bride,
The sun comes forth in floods of light,
With all a bridegroom's pride.
3 Glad, like a giant for the race, His orient flame ascends,
Soars through the boundless realms of space, And in the west descends;
His heat the vital lamp bestows,
The firmament pervades,
In ocean's darkest caverns glows,
And earth's profoundest shades.
The Glory of God in Creation and Providence. Ps. 104.
1 MY soul, thy great Creator praise;
When, clothed in his celestial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And like a robe his glory wears.
2 The heavens are for his curtains spread;
The unfathomed deep he makes his bed;
Clouds are his chariot when he flies,
On winged storms, across the skies.
3 The world's foundations by his hand
Are poised, and shall forever stand;
He binds the ocean in his chain,
Lest it should drown the earth again.
4 The swelling billows know their bound,
And in their channels walk their round;
Yet, thence conveyed by secret veins,
They spring on hills, and drench the plains.
The Same. Ps. 104.
1 GOD from his cloudy cistern pours
On the parched earth enriching showers;
The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
2 What noble fruit the vines produce!
The olive yields a shining juice:
Our hearts are cheered with generous wine;
With inward joy our faces shine.
3 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face;
And, when thick darkness veils the day,
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.
4 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And, roaring, ask their meat from God;
But when the morning beams arise,
The savage beast to covert flies.
5 Then man to daily labor goes;
The night was made for his repose;
Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief
From tiresome toil and wasting grief.
6 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill;
Thy wisdom round the world we see ;
This spacious earth is full of thee.
The Same. Ps. 104.
1 VAST are thy works, Almighty Lord;
All nature rests upon thy word;
And the whole race of creatures stands,
Waiting their portion from thy hands.
2 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,
And, dying, to their dust return;
Both man and beast their souls resign:
Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine.
3 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,
And fill the world with beasts and men;
A word of thy creating breath
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
4 His works, the wonders of his might,
Are honored with his own delight;
How awful are his glorious ways!
The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
5 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.
1 O LORD my God! how great art thou! With honor and with glory crowned; Light's dazzling splendors veil thy brow, And gird the universe around.
2 Spirits and angels thou hast made;
Thy ministers a flaming fire;
By thee were earth's foundations laid;
At thy rebuke the floods retire.
3 Thine are the fountains of the deep; By thee their waters swell or fail; Up to the mountain's summit creep,
Or shrink beneath the lowly vale.
4 Thy fingers mark their utmost bound; That bound the waters may not pass; Their moisture swells the teeming ground, And paints the valleys o'er with grass.