CREATION. L. M. D.

FRANCIS JOSEPH HAYDN.

138 The heavens declare His glory.

1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.

2 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;
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.
3 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found?
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."

JOSEPH ADDISON.

139

Jehovah's sovereignty.

1 FATHEP, of all, whose powerful voice Called forth this universal frame! Whose mercies over all rejoice,

Through endless ages still the same; Thou by thy word upholdest all;

Thy bounteous love to all is showed; Thou hear'st thy every creature's call, And filllest every mouth with good.

2 In heaven thou reign'st enthroned in light Nature's expanse before thee spread; Earth, air, and sea, before thy sight,

And hell's deep gloom, are open laid: Wisdom, and might, and love are thine; Prostrate before thy face we fall, Confess thine attributes divine,

And hail thee sovereign Lord of all. 3 Blessing and honor, praise and love, Co-equal, co-eternal Three,

In earth below, in heaven above,

By all thy works, be paid to thee.
Let all who owe to thee their birth,
In praises every hour employ;
Jehovah reigns! be glad, O earth,
And shout, ye morning stars, for joy!

JOHN WESLEY.

LYONS. 10, 11.

FRANCIS JOSEPH HAYDN.

1 0 WORSHIP the King all-glorious above, And gratefully sing his wonderful love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,

Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

2 O tell of his might, and sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,

And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,

And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. 4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

2 The birds, without barn or store-house, are fed;

From them let us learn to trust for our bread:

His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,

So long as 'tis written, "The Lord will provide."

3 When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith; He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried,

The heart-cheering promise, "The Lord will provide."

4 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain;

The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain: But when such suggestions our graces have tried,

This answers all questions, "The Lord will provide."

5 No strength of our own, nor goodness we claim;

Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's name:
In this our strong tower for safety we hide;
The Lord is our power, "The Lord will

provide."

6 When life sinks apace, and death is in view,

The word of his grace shall comfort us through:

Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,

We hope to die shouting, "The Lord wil provide."

JOHN NEWTON.

DIX.

7, 61.

FROM THE GERMAN, ARR. BY WM. H. MONK.

144 Praise to the Trinity. 1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord,

God of hosts, eternal King,

By the heavens and earth adored;
Angels and archangels sing,
Chanting everlastingly
To the blessed Trinity.

2 Since by thee were all things made, And in thee do all things live,

Be to thee all honor paid;

Praise to thee let all things give, Singing everlastingly

To the blessed Trinity.

3 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand, Spirits blest, before the throne, Speeding thence at thy command,

And, when thy commands are done, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity.

4 Cherubim and seraphim

Veil their faces with their wings; Eyes of angels are too dim

To behold the King of kings,
While they sing eternally
To the blessed Trinity.

5 Thee apostles, prophets thee,
Thee the noble martyr band,
Praise with solemn jubilee,
Thee, the Church in every land;
Singing everlastingly
To the blessed Trinity.

6 Hallelujah! Lord, to thee,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
Godhead One, and Persons Three;
Join us with the heavenly host,
Singing everlastingly
To the blessed Trinity.

CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH.

145 Worship the Creator.

1 LET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God
Who by wisdom did create
Heaven's expanse and all its state,

2 Did the solid earth ordain

How to rise above the main;

Who, by his commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light
Caused the golden-tresséd sun
All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.

3 All his creatures God doth feea,
His full hand supplies their need;
He hath with a pitying eye
Looked upon our misery:
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

JOHN MILTON.