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The works of God.

LOVE to see the glowing sun
Light up the deep blue sky,
Along the pleasant fields to run,

And hear the brook flow by.

C. M.

2 How fresh and green the trees appear;
What blooming flowers I find!
Oh, surely God has sent them here
To tell us he is kind.

3 The beasts that on the herbage feed
Thank him in different ways;
And little birds upon the boughs
Sing sweetly to his praise.

4 Shall I alone forget to thank
The God who made us all?
O no, I'll humbly kneel to him,
And on my Maker call.

5 Though I am but a little child,
Yet I to God belong;

His works declare him good and mild,
And he will hear my song.

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God seen in his works.

L. M.

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; Those tints, so beautiful and bright, 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 fly, Are viewed by thine all-seeing eye.

4 Then will I still adore thy name;
Thou, who for ever art the same;
But yet thy grace and mercy, Lord,
Shine brightest in thy holy word.

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all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!

2 Thy providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redrest,
When I a helpless infant lay
Upcn my mother's breast.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an car,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

4 Unnumbered blessings on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,

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Before my infant heart could know
Whence all those blessings flowed.

7 Come and see the works of God. C. M. COME, child, look upwards to the sky,

Behold the sun and moon,

The numerous stars that sparkle high,
To cheer the midnight gloom.

2 The fields, the meadows, and the plain,
The little pleasant hills,

The waters too, the mighty main,
The rivers, and the rills.

3 Come, then, behold them all, and say,
"How came these things to be?
That stand around whichever way
I turn myself to see?"

'Twas God that made the earth and sea,
To whom the angels bow;
'Twas God that made both thee and me.
The God who sees us now.

8 Power and goodness of God.

ISING the mighty power of God
That made the mountains rise;
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;

C. M.

The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.

4 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

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Creation speaks God's praise. C. M.

MY heavenly Father! all I see

Around me and above,

Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee
And speaks thy boundless love.

2 The clear blue sky is full of thee;
The woods so dark and lone,

The soft south wind, the sounding sca,
Worship the Holy One.

3 The humming of the insect throngs,
The prattling, sparkling rill,

The birds with their melodious songs, thy praises still.

Repeat

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WAS God who made the eart!) 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,

And saints stand waiting round his throne, And in that holy, happy place,

No sinful thoughts or words are known,

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God's greatness.

C. M.

LORD, our God, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let old and young proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adoru the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;-

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
That dwells so far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And raise his nature so!

4 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let all the earth proclaim.

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The Creator praised in his works. L. M.

THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly, to the listening 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."

13 I am the creature of God. L. M.

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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.
That soul, by which my body lives.
Which thinks, and hopes, desires, and grieves
3 Is capable of endless bliss,

And worth a thousand worlds like this;
It must in heaven or hell remain,
When flesh is turned to dust again.