HYMN 28. L. M.

The voice of Nature.

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1 THERE is a God, all nature speaks,
Thro' earth, and air, and feas, and fkies.
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When the first beams of morning rife!
2 The rifing fun, ferenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame,
Infcribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 Diffufing life, his influence fpreads,
And health and plenty smile around :
And fruitful fields, and verdant meads,
Are with a thousand bleffings crown'd.
4 Almighty goodness, pow'r divine,
The fields and verdant meads display ;
And blefs the hand which made them shine,
With various charms profufely gay.

5 For man and beast, here daily food
In wide diffufive plenty grows :
And there, for drink, the cryftal flood
In ftreams fweet winding, gently flows.
6 The flow'ry tribes, all blooming rife,
Above the faint attempts of art:
Their bright, inimitable dyes.

Speak fweet conviction to the heart.

7 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er !
Confefs the footsteps of the God,
And bow before him, and adore.

HYMN 29. L. M.

The voice of God in his works.

1 THE fpacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heav'ns, a fhining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
Th' unwearied fun from day to day
Does his Creator's power display;
And publishes to every land,
The work of an almighty hand.

2 Soon as the evening fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale ;
And nightly to the lift'ning earth,
Repeats the ftory of her birth:

While all the stars which round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3 What tho' in folemn filence all

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Move round the dark terrestrial ball
What tho' nor real voice nor found,
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In reafon's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
-For ever finging as they shine-
"The hand that made us is divine."

HYMN 30. 7s. M.

The perfections and providence of God.

1 LET us with a joyful mind,

Praise the Lord, for he is kind :

For his mercies fhall endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

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2 Let us found his name abroad, For of Gods he is the God, Who by wisdom did create

Th' heavens high, and all their state :

3 Did the folid earth ordain

How to rife above the main : Who, by his commanding might, Fill'd the new-made world with light: 4 Caus'd the golden-treffed fun, All the day his course to run; And the moon to fhine by night, 'Mid her spangled sisters bright. 5 All his creatures God does feed, His full hand fupplies their need: Let us therefore warble forth His high majefty and worth.

6 He his manfion hath on high,

'Bove the reach of mortal

eye : And his mercies fhall endure, Ever faithful, ever fure.

HYMN 31. C. M.

The perfections of God displayed in his works. 1 WE fing th' almighty pow'r of God, Who bade the mountains rife, Who fpread the flowing feas abroad, And built the lofty skies.

2 We fing the wisdom that ordain'd
The fun to rule the day;

The moon fhines full at his command,
And all the ftars obey.

3 We fing 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 arife, and tempefts blow
By order from thy throne.

6 Creation, vast as it may be,
Is fubject to thy will:

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

7 "Tis on his earth we stand or move,
And 'tis his air we breathe ;

All heav'n he fills with beams of love,
With terrors hell beneath,

8 On him each moment we depend ;
If he withdraw, we die :

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

HYMN 32. C. M.

Habitual devotion.

1 While thee I feek, protecting pow'r! Be my vain wishes ftill'd;

And may this confecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

Thy love the pow'rs of thought beftow'd;
To thee my thoughts would foar :

Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd :-
That mercy I adore !

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I fee !

Each bleffing to my foul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,

My heart fhall find delight in praise,
Or feek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts fhall fill :
Refign'd, when storms of forrow lower,
My foul fhall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath'ring ftorm shall fee;
My steadfast heart fhall know no fear :-
That heart fhall reft on thee!

HYMN 33. L. M.

Give thanks to God in all things.

1 GREAT God! our joyful thanks to thee,
Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:
In conftant ftreams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor interruption knows.

2 From thee our comforts all arise,
Our num'rous wants thy hand supplies;
Nor can we ever, Lord, be poor,
Who live on thine exhaustless store.