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C. M. "I
Light up the deep blue sky,
And hear the brook flow by.
What blooming tlowers I find!
To tell us he is kind.
Thank him in different ways;
Sing sweetly to his praise. 4 Shall I alone forget to thank
The God who made us all ?
And on my Maker call.
Yet I to God belong;
And he will hear my song.
L. M. THY works proclaim thy glory, Lord;
The blooming fields, the singing bird, The tempest, and the sunny hour,
Show forth thy goodness and thy power. 2 And when the setting sun declines,
I view Thee in its brilliant lines;
Teach me the Author of all light. 3 Great God! how should our worship rise
To Thee, who form’d the earth and skies; The things that creep, and things that iy, Are viewed by thine all-seeing eye.
4 Then will I still adore thy name;
Thou, who for ever art the same;
all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love, and praise !
And all my wants rodrest, When I a helpless infant lay
Upc. my mother's breast.
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in prayer.
Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart could know
Whence all those blessings flowed. 7 Come and see the works of God. C. M. 1 COME, child, look upwards to the sky,
Behold the sun and moon,
To cheer the midnight gloom.
The little pleasant hills,
The rivers, and the rills.
“How came these things to be? That stand around whichever way I turn myself to see ?"
4 'Twas God that made the earth and sea,
To whom the angels bow;
The God who sees us now.
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That made the mountains rise;
And built the lofty skies.
The sun to rule the day;
And all the stars obey.
That filled the earth with food;
And then pronounced them good. 4 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
By order from thy throne.
C. M. ] My heavenly Father! all I see
Around me and above,
And speaks thy boundless love. 2 The clear blue sky is full of thee;
The woods so dark and lone,
Worship the Holy One.
The prattling, sparkling rill,
Repeat tky praises still.
10 God made all things.
L. M. I'TWAS God who made the earth and skies;
Great are the wonders of his hand; He is more powerful, good, and wise,
Than any child can understand. 2 Bright angels bow before his face,
Ånd saints stand waiting round his throne, And in that holy, happy place,
No sinful thoughts or words are known, 11 God's greatness.
C. M. 10 LORD: our God, how wondrous great
Let old and young proclaim.
The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light; 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
That dwells so far below,
And raise his nature so !
Is thine exalted name!
Let all the earth proclaim. 12 The Creulor praised in his works. L. M. 1
spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
2 Th' unwearied sun; from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
The work of an Almighty hand.
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
Repeats the story of her birth; 4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
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.” 13 Iain the creature of God. L. M. I AM the creature of the Lord;
He made me by his powerful word: This body, in each curious part,
Was formed by his unerring art. 2 From him my nobler spirit came,
My soul, a spark of heavenly flame.
Which thinks, and hopes, desires, and grieves 3 is capable of endless bliss,
And wortli a thousand worlds like this;