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Who form'd his creatures by a word,
And then pronounc'd them good.
4. Lord, how thy wonders are display'd,
Where'er we turn our eyes;

Whether we view the ground we tread,
Or gaze upon the skies!

5. There's not a plant nor flow'r below,
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

6. Creation, vast as it may be,
Is subject to thy will.

There's not a place, where we can flee,
But God is with us still.

7. On him each moment we depend;
If he withdraw, we die.

Oh may we ne'er that God offend,
Who is for ever nigh!

HYMN 65. L. M.

ET the high heav'ns your songs L invite 3 Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, And stars that glow from pole to pole. 2. Sing earth in verdant robes array'd, Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruits and shade; Peopled with life of various forms, Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms, 3. View the broad sea's majestic plains, And think how wide its Maker reigns. That band remotest nations joins; And on each wave his goodness shines, 4. But O! that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns incarnate love! God's only son, in flesh array'd, For man a bleeding victim made! 5. Thither, my soul, with rapture soar; There in the land of praise adore! The theme demands an angel's lay, Demands an everlasting day,

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HYMN 66. L. M.

TERNAL source of ev'ry joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
2. The flow'ry 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.
3. Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

4. Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise,
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With morning light, and ev'ning shade.
5. 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 more.

HYMN 67. C. M.

1. WITH songs and honours sounding loud, Address the Lord on high:

Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2. He sends his show'rs of blessings down,
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3. He gives the grazing ox his meat;
He hears the raven's cry:

But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.

4. His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

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5. His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

6. He sends his word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn.
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

7. The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word.

With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.

HYMN 68. c. M.

1. WHILE beauty clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms on the spray,

And fragrance breathes in ev'ry gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2. How kind the influence of the skies!
Soft show'rs with blessings fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.

3. O let my wond'ring heart confess,
With gratitude and love,

The bounteous hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field, and grove.

4. That bounteous hand my thoughts adore, Beyond expression kind,

Hath sweeter, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.

5. Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;
And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

HYMN 69. L. M.

1.THE rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice;
Both in their turns thy pow'r display,
And, laden with thy gifts, rejoice.

2. Earth's wide-extended varying scenes,
All smiling round, thy bounty show.
From seas or clouds, full magazines,
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.
3. Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy indulgent hand prepares;
And nourishes the future bread,

And answers all the sower's cares.
4. Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend
And through the ridges gently flow,
Soft on the springing corn descend;
And thy kind blessing makes it grow,
5. Thy goodness crowns the circling year;
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare,
And echoing hills return the sound.
6. Here, spreading flocks adorn the plain;
There plenty ev'ry charm displays.
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene;
And joyful nature shouts thy praise.
HYMN 70. L, M

1. GREAT God, at whose all-pow'rful call,

first arose this beauteous frame!

By thee the seasons change, and all The changing seasons speak thy name, 2. Thy bounty bids the infant year,

From winter storms recover'd, rise;
When thousand grateful scenes appear,
Fresh op'ning to our wond'ring eyes,

3. O how delightful 'tis to see

The earth in vernal beauty drest!
While in each herb, and flow'r, and tree,
Thy blooming glories shine confest!
4. Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,
And light and genial heat conveys;
And, while he leads the seasons on,
From thee derives his quick'ning rays,
5. Around us, in the teeming field,

Stands the rich grain or purpled vine,

At thy command they rise, to yield The strength'ning bread or cheering wine. 6. Indulgent God! from ev'ry part

Thy plenteous blessings largely flow.
We see; we taste ;-let ev'ry heart
With grateful love and duty glow.

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DIVINE PROVIDENCE AND GOVERNMENT.

HYMN 71. c. M.

1. I ET the whole race of creatures lie
Abas'd before the Lord!
Whate'er his pow'rful hand has form❜d,
He governs with a word.

2. Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,

All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.

3. There's not a sparrow or a worm
O'erlook'd in his decrees.
He raises monarchs to a throne,
Or sinks with equal ease.

4. If light attend the course I go,
"Tis he provides the rays;
And 'tis his hand that hides the sun,
If darkness cloud my days.

5. Trusting his wisdom and his love,
I would not wish to know,
What in the book of his decrees
Awaits me here below.

6. Be this alone my fervent pray'r:
Whate'er my lot shall be,

Or joys, or sorrows, may they form
My soul for heav'n and thee!

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