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W. B. 0. PEABODY
The Sacred Lessons of Nature.
i God of the rolling orbs above!
Thy name is written clearly bright
fire that fronts the sun,
Were kindled at thy burning throne.
And nature's self to dust return;
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
His beams thy power and love display. 2 Fountain of good! from thee proceed
The copious drops of genial rain,
Revive the grass, and swell the grain. 3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread;
Yet millions of thy guilty race,
4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O’erlook the tokens of thy care ;
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer. 5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
151. T. MOORE.
God's Glories everywhere.
Of all this wondrous world we see!
And all things fair and bright are thine. 2. When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ;
And every flower that Summer wreathes
C. M. 152.
STEELE. The Blessings of Providence and Grace. Psalm 139. 1 ALMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord,
Kind guardian of my days! Thy mercies let my heart record
In songs of grateful praise.
Was thy indulgent care,
Or breathe the infant prayer.
What snares spread all my road! No power could guard me from my foes,
But my preserver, God.
Where'er I turn'd my eye!
Or unregarded by!
From thy exhaustless store;
Would count thy mercies o'er. 6 While sweet reflection through my days
Thy bounteous hand would trace,
The blessings of thy grace.
153. DODDRIDGE. God the Eternal Dwelling-place. Psalm 90. 1 Thou, Lord, through every changing scene,
Hast to thy saints a refuge been;
2 In thee our fathers sought their rest,
In thee our fathers still are blest;
3 Lo, we are risen, a feeble race,
Awhile to fill our fathers' place;
4 Through all the thorny paths we trace
In this uncertain wilderness,
Revive our heart, and guard our head. 5 So when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we must dwell in flesh no more,
6 To thee our infant race we leave;
Them may their fathers' God receive;
C. M. 154. J. TAYLOR.
Trust in God through all Changes.
All worlds, all creatures lie;
No action 'scape thine eye.
2 From thee our vital breath we drew,
Our childhood was thy care,
Thy kind protection share.
3 Whate’er we do, where'er we turn,
Thy ceaseless bounty flows; Oppressed with woe, when nature faints, Thine arm is our repose.
4 To thee we look, thou Power Supreme!
O still our wants supply!
And in thy favor die.
H. K. WHITE.
God's Power over his Works.
i The Lord our God is full of might,
The winds obey his will;
The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves! and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar: The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.