How well does it become us to walk abroad in God's great temple, musing on the glorious works of his hands, and admiring his infinite perfections and excellencies! And, especially, how ought we to make every scene vocal with his praise How ought we to gather up, if I may so speak, the homage of creation, and bear it to the throne of its adorable Creator.

How ought we individually to exclaim, with the devotional poet

"Begin, my soul, the exalted lay,
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise the Almighty's name ;
Lo, heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme!

Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains,
United praise bestow;

All creatures sound his awful name

To heaven aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.

Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and sing,
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise-

To Him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

Let man by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ ;

Spread his tremendous name around,

Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound,

The general burst of joy.

Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,

Nurst on the downy lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at his throne;

Ye princes, rulers, all adore;

Praise Him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r

An image of his own!

Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise the eternal source of love,
With youth's enlivening fire;
Let age take up the tuneful lay,

Speak his bless'd name, then soar away,
And ask an angel's lyre!"