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Through earth, and air, and sens, and skies; Sec—from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
Bow down before himn and adore.
L. M. The heavens declare His glory. 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. 9 Soon ns the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly, to the list’ning earth, Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Contirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to polo.
46 THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS.
3 What, though in solemn silence all
The Hand that made us is divine.
Of thy alınighty power;
Proclaim their Maker's praise,
To thee an anthem raise.
'Midst nature's loud acclaim ! Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name!
Nature shall cease to be;
How glorious is thy Name;
Throughout creation's frame.
The rose and lily stand,
To show thy skilful hand.
3 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song;
Upon her artless tongue.
To my Creator too;
And give hiin praises due. 5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days :
In sweet perfumes of praise. 68
C. M. Heaven and earth are full of His glory. ETERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings : With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and beas,
And heaven's high palace, rings. 9 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,
How glorious to behold!
And starr'd with sparkling gold. 8 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circuits run:
The day obeys the sun.
And strike the wond'ring sighty Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight. 6 Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through thy works abroad : Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God!
S But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move : Pity, divine, in Jesus' face, We
see, adore, and love. 69
C. M. All things created for His glory." GREAT First of beings I mishty Lord
frame, Produced by thy creating word,
The world from pothing came.
It all reflects thy light.
And day succeeds the night.
For this the waters flow;
And trees and herbage grow.
This wise and noble end,
Shall to thy glory tend. 70
His grandeur in the spheres.
By him in wisdom plann'd; 'Twas he who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.
Thither his path pursue ;
O'erwhelms the wond'ring view.
1 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,
In all creation's lines :
With rising lustre shines.
High as our thoughts can tower,
The biding of thy power.
And pleasures evermore. 71
How wonderfully shown !'
Thy lights in every land :-
Then fill a throne above!
How manifold thy ways! Let time
thy saving truth proclaim,
His glory and majesty,
That thou the only Lord
By all the earth adored.