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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 the wondrous tale;
And, nightly, to the listening earth,

Repeats the story of her birth; 4 Whilst 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

Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,

And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
“ The hand that made us is divine."


HYMN 8. L. M.
TTERNAL Source of every joy,
1 Well may thy praise our lipe employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

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;
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours

Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften’d by thy care,

No more the face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,

Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid

With morning light, and evening shade. 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,

And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no mure.

HYMN 9. 11. 3.

Psalm xxiii.
MHE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
1 And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering steps he leads
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,

With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

HYMN 10. C. M.
W HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
W My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart!

But thou canst read it there.
3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
4 To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man. 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear’d than they.
8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend

Has doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

11 Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew. 12 When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercy shall adore.
13 Through all eternity, to thee

A joyful song I'll raise;
But Ö! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

HYMN 11. III. 1.

Psalm xxxi. 15.
My times are in thy hanı."
SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise,
All our times are in thy hand,

All events at thy command.
2 He that form’d us in the womb,
He shall guide us to the tomb;'
All our ways shall ever be

Order'd by his wise decree.
3 Times of sickness, times of health,

Blighting want, and cheerful wealih,
All our pleasures, all our pains,

Come, and end, as God ordains. 4 May we always own thy hand,

Still to thee surrender'd stand,
Know that thou art God alone,
We and ours are all thy own!

HYMN 12. C. M.
COD moves in a mysterious way
U His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.


2 Deep in unfathomable mises,

With oever-fang ska
He treasures up his brighi desigos,

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.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

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.
A H, how shall fallen man
A Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,

We sink beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark,

With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults

A just excuse devise ?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end ?

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