The earth's foundations He hath laid, When heaven, and earth, and sea, When the bright orb of day And earth's fair form was seen, With flowers and blossoms drest; And trees, and fields, and meadows green, Adorned her youthful breast, Hung out in boundless space, Amid the ocean's cool embrace; Glad was the angel throng While yet in youth it stood; The Maker, too, pronounced it good. But this fair world shall die, In ashes and in ruins lie, Its glory passed away : Soon shall the day be o'er And he shall set to rise no more, His race of glory run; And soon, alas! all soon Shall fade the stars, and yon pale moon. But ever fix'd, the throne Of the Eternal One Shall stand, when all creation's gone, Unequalled and alone; New worlds to make at will, And His own wise designs fulfil. John Hunt. 1853 N°T XI PSALM CXV OT unto us, Almighty Lord, Created by Thy awful word, Where is their God? the heathen cry, And calls ten thousand worlds his own. Vain gods! vain men! the Lord alone Who lean on Him, from strength to strength, Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 H XII PSALM CXLVI APPY the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God; He made the sky, The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; He sends the laboring conscience peace; And grants the prisoner sweet release. I'll praise Him while He lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. XIII Isaac Watts. 1719 PSALM XIX HE spacious firmament on high, 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. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What, though in solemn silence all "The hand that made us is divine." Joseph Addison. 1712 T XIV 'HERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God, above, below, Are pages in that book, to show The glorious sky, embracing all, Wherewith encompassed, great and small The moon above, the Church below, But all their radiance, all their glow, The Saviour lends the light and heat The saints, like stars, around His seat The saints above are stars in Heaven; Like trees they stand, whom God has given, Faith is their fix'd unswerving root, Hope their unfading flower ; Fair deeds of charity their fruit, The glory of their bower. The dew of heaven is like Thy grace; But, where it lights, the favored place One name, above all glorious names, The raging fire, the roaring wind, |