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Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains; Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.
i O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song;
And love command my tonglie.
(315.; P. M. PARENT of good! thy works of might
I trace with wonder and delight;
There's naught in earth or sea or air, Oi 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:
And ev'ry want is fill’d.
While at thy feet I fall;
O my eternal All!
Or how thy name adore?
THE WORKS OF GOD.
(63.) C. M. 58.
God's love displayed in creation HALL, great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise. Nature, thro' 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,
Proclain thy pow'r divine.
Our serious hours engage!
Thy works' instructive page!
Thy varied love we see;
Our hearts, O God, to thee! 59.
L. M. (61.)
Works of God. 1 THE: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,
The work of an almighty hand.
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
Amidst their radiant orbs be found? 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
T'he hand that made us is divine. 60.
C. M. (64.)
All things dependent on God 1 WE 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.
Who fills the earth with food;
And then pronounc'd them good. * Lord, how thy wonders are display'd, Where'er we turn our eyes:
Whether we view the ground we ti'ead,
Or gaze upon the skies!
But makes thy glories known;
By order from thy throne.
If he withdraw, we die.
Who is for ever nigh! 61.
(65.). L. M.
Those spacious fields of brilliant light,
And stars that glow from pole to pole. 2 Sing earth in verdant robes array'd,
Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and shade;
Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms. 3 View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns.
And on each wave his goodness shines. * But O! that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
For man a bleeding victim made!
There in the land of praise adore!
AIREST of all the lights above,
And with unwearied swiftness move,
To form the circles of our years; 2 Praise the Creator of the skies,
That dress'd thine orb in golden rays;
If he forget his Maker's praise!
Fair queen of silence, silver moon,
Are softer rivals of the noon;
Waxing and waning honours pay,
And half supply the absent day!
When darkness has its curtain drawn; That keep your watch with wakeful eyes,
When business, cares, and day, are gone 6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord,
Dispers'd through all the heavenly street, Whose boundless treasures can afford
So rich a pavement for his feet! 7 O God of glory, God of love,
Thou art the sun that makes our days;
L. M. 63.
The Ministry of Angels. · GREA? 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!