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3 What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark, terrestrial ball;
J. Q. ADAMS.
1 TURN to stars of heaven thine eyes,
And God shall meet thee there;
His glory they declare ;
The wonders of their frame,
Their Maker to proclaim. 2 Earth has no language, man no speech,
But gives their voice a tongue;
Their hymn in heaven is sung ;
As from a blooming bride,
With all a bridegroom's pride. 3 Glad, like a giant for the race,
His orient flame ascends, Soars through the boundless realms of space,
And in the west descends;
His heat the vital lamp bestows,
The firmament pervades,
And earth's profoundest shades.
Watts. The Glory of God in Creation and Prooidence. Ps. 104. 1 MY soul, thy great Creator praise ;
When, clothed in his celestial rays,
And like a robe his glory wears.
The unfathomed deep he makes his bed ; Clouds are his chariot when he flies,
On winged storms, across the skies.
Are poised, and shall forever stand ;
Lest it should drown the earth again.
And in their channels walk their round;
WATTS. The Same. Ps. 104. 1 GOD from his cloudy cistern pours
On the parched earth enriching showers;
2 What noble fruit the vines produce !
The olive yields a shining juice:
With inward joy our faces shine. 3 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face;
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 4 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And, roaring, ask their meat from God;
The savage beast to covert flies. 5 Then man to daily labor goes;
The night was made for his repose ;
From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 6 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!
And every land thy riches fill;
The Same. Ps. 104.
All nature rests upon thy word;
Waiting their portion from thy hands. 2 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,
And, dying, to their dust return;
3 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,
And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath
Repairs the wastes of time and death. 4 His works, the wonders of his might,
Are honored with his own delight;
The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 5 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet;
J. Q. Adams.
1 O LORD my God! how great art thou !
With honor and with glory crowned ; Light's dazzling splendors veil thy brow,
And gird the universe around.
Thy ministers a flaming fire;
At thy rebuke the floods retire.
By thee their waters swell or fail ;
Or shrink beneath the lowly vale.
That bound the waters may not pass ; Their moisture swells the teeming ground, And paints the valleys o'er with grass.
5 The waving harvest, Lord, is thine ;
The vineyard, and the olive's juice;
Life, gladness, beauty, to produce.
The sun for change of day and night;
And thine the day's meridian light. 7 O Lord, thy works are all divine;
In wisdom hast thou made them all ;
Thine — peopled ocean's great and small. 8 All these on thee for life depend ;
Thy spirit speaks, and they are born ;
Thy hand of plenty fills the horn. 9 Thy face is hidden, — they turn pale,
With terror quake, with anguish burn;
They die, and to their dust return. 10 And thou, my soul, with pure delight,
Thy voice to bless thy Maker raise ;
And night to morn repeat his praise.
P. M. Miss H. M. WILLIAMS. “ The Day is thine, the Night also is thine." Ps. Ixxiv. 16, 17. 1 MY God! all nature owns thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day;