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Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
His boundless mercy sing;
And touch the sweetest string.
United praise bestow';
And in the deeps below.
In heavenly praisc employ; Spread HIS tremendous Name around, While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
Tne gen'ral burst of joy.
Ye scenes divinely fair,
And breath'd the fluid air.
The mighty chorus aid;
And praise him in the shade.
Ye worlds, declare his might;
And nature sprung to light.
His praise in softer notes declare,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
Their great Original proclaim.
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
The work of an Almighty hand.
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
Repeats the story of her birth;
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,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
To hail thee, sov’reign of the year, 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the who.e:
And darkness when to veil the skies, 3 The flow'ry spring at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
4 Thy hand autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
No more the face of horror wear.
Demand successive songs of praise;
With morning light and ev’ning shade, 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
(IL 2) Psalm xxiii. 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
With gloomy horrors overspread
(C. M.) 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love, and praise !
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
And all my wants redrest,
And hung upon the breast.
4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in prayer.
Thy tender care bestow'd,
From whom those comforts flow'd.
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man.
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
With health renew'd my face;
Reviv'd 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.
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
Divide thy works no more,
Thy mercy shall adore,
A joyful song I'll raise;
(IIL L) Psalm xxxi. 15.
My times are in thy hand.”
All our times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.
He shall guide us to the tomb;
Order'd by his wise decree.
Blighting want, and cheerful wealth,
Come, and end, as God ordains. 4 May we always own thy hand,
Still to thee surrender'd stand,
His wonders to perform;
And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never failing skill,
And works his gracious will.
The clouds ye so much dread
In blessings on your head.
grace: Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour:
But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
And he will make it plain.
Job. ix. 2–6. I AH, how shall fallen man
Be just before his God!