ow his wonders forth,
Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim,
And every heart adores his name.
3 'T is he the mountains crowns
With forests waving wide;
'T is he old ocean bounds,
And heaves her roaring tide;
He swells the tempests on the main,
Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain.
4 Still let the waters roar,
As round the earth they roll;
His praise for evermore
They sound from pole to pole.
'Tis nature's wild, unconscious song
O'er thousand waves that floats along.
5 His praise, ye worlds on high,
Display with all your spheres,
Amid the darksome sky,
When silent night appears.
O, let his works declare his name
Through all the universal frame.
172. C. M. Lutheran Coll.
Goodness of God in his Works.
1 Hail, great Creator--wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise:
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2 Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night,
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
3 Great nature's God! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage!
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page!
4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see:
Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.
173. L. M. 6l. Montgomery's Coll.
The Beauties of Creation.
1 Ours is a lovely world, how fair
Thy beauties e'en on earth appear!
The seasons in their courses fall,
And bring successive joys. The sea,
The earth, the sky, are full of thee,
Benignant, glorious Lord of all!
2 There's beauty in the heat of day;
There's glory in the noon-tide ray;
There's sweetness in the twilight shades--
Magnificence in night. Thy love
Arch'd the grand heaven of blue above,
And all our smiling earth pervades.
3 And if thy glories here be found,
Streaming with radiance all around,
What must the fount of glory be!
In thee we'll hope, in thee confide,
Thou, mercy's never ebbing tide,
Thou, love's unfathomable sea!
174. L. M. 6l. Moore.
All Things are of God.
1 Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wo
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