62 FAT Grace, pardon, life. L. M. ATHER of heaven, whose love profound 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 63 0 True worship everywhere accepted. THOU, to whom, in ancient time, L. M. The psalmist's sacred harp was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue:2 Not now on Zion's height alone The favour'd worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat weary by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 0 thou, to whom, in ancient time, The holy prophet's harp was strung; To thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 64 THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS. L. M. God seen in his works. THERE is a God-all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies; His mighty Maker's glorious name. 65 The heavens declare his glory. L. M. HE spacious firmament on high, 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, While all the stars that round her burn And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What, though in solemn silence all 66 THERE All his works praise him. C. M. HERE seems a voice in every gale, Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale The birds, that rise on quiv'ring wing, And all the mingling sounds of spring 2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone, All nature's debt is small to mine, Thou gavest-proof of love divine- 67 His name is glorious. ALMIGHTY Maker, God, S. M. How glorious is thy Name; Thy wonders how diffused abroad, Throughout creation's frame. 2 In native white and red The rose and lily stand, And, free from pride, their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand. 68 3 The lark mounts up the sky, And bears her Maker's praise on high, 4 Fain would I rise and sing Fain would my heart adore my King, 5 Let joy and worship spend Heaven and earth are full of his glory. C. M. E Thee the creation sings: TERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise, With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace, rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, 3 There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circuits run: There the pale planet rules the night; 4 Thy glories blaze all nature round, 5 Infinite strength, and equal skill, 6 But the mild glories of thy grace, 69 C. M. All things created for his glory. REAT First of beings! mighty Lord Of all this wondrous frame, Produced by thy creating word, The world from nothing came. 2 Lord, for thy glory shines the whole; It all reflects thy light: For this the planets ceaseless roll, 3 For this the earth its produce yields; For this the waters flow; And blooming plants adorn the fields, 4 Inspired with praise, may we pursue That all we think, or say, or do, 70 C. M. The God of nature and of grace. HE God of nature and of grace THE In all his works appears; His goodness through the earth we trace. 2 Behold this fair and fertile globe, 3 Lift to the arch of heaven your eye; Thither his path pursue; His glory, boundless as the sky, |