HYMN 3. C. M. [#]
Omnipresence of God.
1 THERE's not a place in earth's vast round, In ocean deep, or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found,-
For God is everywhere.
2 Around, within, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
There Heaven displays its boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.
3 Then rise, my soul, and sing his name,
And all his praise rehearse,
Who spread abroad earth's wondrous frame,
And built the universe.
4 Where'er thine earthly lot is cast,
His power and love declare ;
Nor think the mighty theme too vast,—
For God is everywhere.
HYMN 4. H. M. [#]
Great First Cause.
1 THE first almighty Cause,
Who did all things create,
Gave nature all her laws,
Unchangeable as fate,
The Source of life, the Spring of springs,
His praise all heaven and nature sings.
2 Where'er we cast our eyes,
With rapture we behold,
Below, or in the skies,
Wonders that can't be told:
In nature's book, in every line,
His wisdom and perfections shine.
3 On him all worlds depend,
To him all bend the knee;
But none can comprehend
The boundless Deity.
He fills all space, lives everywhere,
Sustains the whole, makes all his care.
GREAT GOD, the heaven's well-ordered frame
Declares the glories of thy name;
There thy rich works of wonder shine;
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks, appear
Of boundless power and skill divine.
2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence, they raise
Our thoughts to the Creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need.
3 Yet their divine instructions run
Wide as the circuit of the sun,
And every nation knows their voice; The sun, in robes of splendour dressed, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Moves round, and makes the earth rejoice.
4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He speaks the majesty of God ;
All nature joins to show his praise: Thus God in every creature shines, Bright in the book of nature's lines, But brighter in the book of grace.
HYMN 6. L. M. [#]
Voice of Nature.
1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue, ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
2 The golden 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 While 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
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
HYMN 7. L. M. [#]
Sovereign Creator.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's royal throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We'll crowd his gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise,
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill his courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is his command,
Vast as eternity his love;
Firm as a rock his truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
HYMN 8. C. M. [#]
Infinity of God.
1 GREAT GOD, how infinite art thou!
How weak and frail are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And homage pay to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere earth or heaven was made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears,
Great God, there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through varying scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares,
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
1 My God, thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And all the earth o'erflow.
2 "Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil;
In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.
3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on every vale.
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