The little birds that sweetly sing,
The insect with its beauteous wing;
The fishes,-all we see that's fair
Or good, He made, and placed them there.
3 GEN. 1. 31.-" And God saw every thing that He had made, and behold it was very good."
1 How goodly is the earth!
Look round about and see
The green and fruitful field,
The mighty branched tree,
The little flowers out-spread
In such variety.
Behold the lovely things
That float on airy wings;
Behold the radiant isles
With which old ocean smiles;
The clouds that lie at rest
Upon the noon-day's breast:
Behold all these, and know
How goodly is the earth!
2 How goodly is the earth!
Its mountain-tops behold;
Its rivers broad and strong,
Its forests dark and old,
Its wealth of flocks and herds,
Its precious stones and gold.
Behold the seasons run
Obedient to the sun;
The gracious showers descend,-
Life springing without end,-
By day the glorious light,
The starry pomp by night:
Behold all these, and know
How goodly is the earth!
3 How goodly is the earth!
Yet, if this earth be made
So goodly, wherein all
That is shall droop and fade,
Wherein the glorious light
Hath still its darkening shade;
Where trouble dims the eye,
Where sin hath mastery ;-
How much more bright and fair
Will be that region where
The Saints of God shall rest
With Jesus, and be blest;
Where pain is not, nor death,—
The Paradise of God!
GEN. V. 24.-"Enoch walked with God."
1 OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2.Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd,
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return!
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
5 GEN. XVII. 1.-" And when Abram was ninety years old and nine, the Lord appeared to Abram, and said unto him, I am the Almighty God.
1 THE God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love;
Jehovah, Great I Am!
By earth and heaven confess'd;
I bow and bless the sacred name,
For ever bless'd.
2 The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise-and seek the joys
At his right hand;
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power,
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.
The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days,
He calls a worm his friend!
He calls Himself my God!
And He shall save me to the end,
Through Jesus' blood.
He by Himself hath sworn,
I on His oath depend,
I shall, on eagles' wings up-borne,
To heaven ascend:
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
For evermore.
Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, At His command:
The watery deep I pass,
With Jesus in my view;
And through the howling wilderness, My way pursue.
6 The goodly land I see,
With peace and plenty bless'd;
A land of sacred liberty,
And endless rest:
There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound; And trees of life for ever grow, With mercy crown'd."
There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our Righteousness, Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of Peace: On Sion's sacred height
His kingdom still maintains ; And glorious, with his saints in light For ever reigns.
8 He keeps His own secure,
He guards them by His side,
Arrays in garments white and pure,
His spotless bride;
With streams of sacred bliss,
With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of paradise,
He still supplies.
Before the Three in One,
They all exulting stand;
And tell the wonders He hath done,
Through all their land.
The listening spheres attend,
And swell the growing fame,
And sing, in songs which never end,
The wondrous Name.
10 The God who reigns on high,
The great arch-angels sing,
And "Holy, Holy, Holy," cry,
"Almighty King!
Who was, and is the same,
And evermore shall be;
Jehovah-Father-Great I Am!
We worship Thee."
11 Before the Saviour's face
The ransomed nations bow;
O'erwhelm'd at his Almighty grace,
For ever new:
He shows his prints of love,
They kindle to a flame,
And sound, through all the world above,
The slaughter'd Lamb.
12 The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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