57 God exalted above all praise. P. M. 8.8.6.9.8.6
of good! thy works of might
I trace with wonder and delight;
Thy name is all divine.
There's naught in earth or sea or air,
Or heav'n itself, that's good or fair,
But what is wholly thine.
2 Immensely high thy glories rise;
They strike my soul with sweet surprise,
And sacred pleasure yield;
An ocean wide without a bound,
Where ev'ry noble wish is drown'd,
And ev'ry want is fill'd.
3 To thee my warm affections move,
In sweet astonishment and love,
While at thy feet I fall;
I pant for naught beneath the skies;
To thee my ardent wishes rise,
O mine eternal All!
4 What shall I do to spread thy praise,
My God! through my remaining days,
Or how thy name adore?
To thee I consecrate my breath;
Let me be thine in life and death,
And thine for evermore.
THE WORKS OF GOD.
God's love displayed in crcation.
AIL, great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise.
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and ev'ning mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And while we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in ev'ry star
Which gilds the gloom of night,
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
4 The lofty hill, the humble lawn,
With countless beauties shine:
The silent grove, the awful shade,
Proclaim thy pow'r divine.
5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage!
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page!
6 And while in all thy wondrous works
Thy varied love we see,
Still may the contemplation lead
Our hearts, O God, to thee!
All the works of God praise him.
HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
2.Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, '
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an almighty hand.
3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning 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.
All things dependent on God.
E sing th' almighty pow'r of God
Who bade the mountains rise,
Who spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
2 We sing the wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
3 We sing the goodness of the Lord,
Who fills the earth with food;
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 On thee each moment we depend;
If thou withdraw, we die.
Oh may we ne'er that God offend,
Who is for ever nigh!
The riches of divine goodness.
ET the high heav'ns your songs invite;
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 flowers, its fruits and shade,
Peopled with life of various forms,
Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms.*
3 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!
4 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar,
There in the land of praise adore;
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlasting day.
All nature praises God. P. M. 8.7.8.7.8.8.7
HE earth, where'er I turn mine eye,
Reveals her Maker's glory;
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Through day and night the shining sky
Of praise repeats its story;
Who for the sun there fix'd his place?
Who clothes him with majestic grace?
The starry hosts-who leads them?
2 Who rules the restless raging winds?
The clouds, in rain distilling?
And who the lap of earth unbinds,
Our stores with plenty filling?
Great God, thy praises shall abide,
And, with thy goodness, reach as wide
As wide creation reaches.
3 But man,-a body, of thy hand
The marvellous formation;
'Tis man,-a soul to understand
Thy wonders of creation;
'Tis man, who to himself supplies
Best proof that thou art good and wise,-
Who best should sing thy praises.
4 Now pay thine honors to his name,
My soul, his glories telling:
Thy Father and thy God proclaim,
The world's glad anthem swelling:
Let all our race, with one accord,
Love, trust, and serve our common Lord:
Who can refuse to serve him!
REAT God! what hosts of angels stand
In shining ranks at thy right hand,
Array'd in robes of dazzling light,
With pinions stretch'd for distant flight!
2 Immortal fires! seraphic flames!
Who can recount their various names?
In strength and beauty they excel;
For near the throne of God they dwell
3. How eagerly they wish to know
The duties he would have them do:
What joy their active spirits feel,
To execute their Sov'reign's will!
4 Hither, at his command, they fly
To guard the beds on which we lie;
To shield our persons night and day,
And scatter all our fears away.
5 Send, O my God, some angel down,
(Though to a mortal eye unknown,)
To guide and guard my doubtful way
Up to the realms of endless day.
HAT is the thing of greatest price,"
The whole creation round?
That which was lost in Paradise,
That which in Christ is found:
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