3 Not all the harps above
Can make a heav'nly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
4 Nor earth, nor all the sky
Can one delight afford,
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.*
God glorious and Sinners saved.
ATHER, how wide thy glories shine!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.
2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
Their motions speak thy skill,
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience still.
3 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious man,
Our souls are fill'd with awe divine,
To see what God performs.
4 When sinners break the Father's law,
The dying son atones;
Oh, the dear mysteries of his cross!
The triumph of his groans!
5 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.
60 may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
57 God exalted above all praise. P. M. 8.8.6.8.8.6.
PARENT 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 heaven 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.
God's love displayed in creation.
1 HAIL, 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.
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
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 or 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 forever 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.
62* All nature praises God.
All nature praises God. P. M.
1 THE earth, where'er I turn mine eye,
Reveals her Maker's glory;
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 th hand
The marvellous formation;
'Tis man, a soul to understand
Thy wonders of creation;
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