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And spangled heavens, a shining frame
Their great Original proclaim.
Does his Creator's power display,
The work of an Almighty hand.
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
Repeats the story of her birth; 4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
HYMN 8. L. M.
To hail thee Sovereign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole : The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring at thy command
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
No more the face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
With morning light, and evening shade. 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
HYMN 9. 11. 3.
And all my midnight hours defend.
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
With gloomy horrors overspread;
HYMN 10. C. M.
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
And all my wants redrest,
And hung upon the breast.
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man. 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear’d than they.
With health renew'd my face;
Revived my soul with grace.
Has made my cup run o'er;
Has doubled all my store.
My daily thanks employ;
That tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew. 12 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
Thy mercy shall adore.
A joyful song I'll raise;
HYMN 11. III. 1.
Psalm xxxi. 15.
Ever gracious, ever wise,
All events at thy command.
Order'd by his wise decree.
Blighting want, and cheerful wealih,
Come, and end, as God ordains. 4 May we always own thy hand,
Still to thee surrender'd stand,
HYMN 12. C. M.
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mises,
With oever-fang ska
And works his gracious wil. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, ani shall break
In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace: Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour:
But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to ert,
And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
HYMN 13. S. M.
Job. ix. 2–6.
We sink beneath his rod.
With strict inquiring eyes,
A just excuse devise ?
Who can with thee contend?
Shall prosper in the end ?