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3 What though, in solemn silence, all

Move round this dark, terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing, as they shine,
6. The hand that made us is divine."

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J. Q. ADAMS.

Ps. 19.

1 TURN to stars of heaven thine eyes,

And God shall meet thee there;
Exalt thy vision to the skies,

His glory they declare ;
Day speaks to day, night teaches night,

The wonders of their frame,
And all in harmony unite

Their Maker to proclaim. 2 Earth has no language, man no speech,

But gives their voice a tongue;
Their words the world's foundations reach;

Their hymn in heaven is sung ;
Pavilioned there in glory bright,

As from a blooming bride,
The sun comes forth in floods of light,

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,
In ocean's darkest caverns glows,

And earth's profoundest shades.

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Watts. The Glory of God in Creation and Prooidence. Ps. 104. 1 MY soul, thy great Creator praise ;

When, clothed in his celestial rays,
He in full majesty appears,

And like a robe his glory wears.
2 The heavens are for his curtains spread;

The unfathomed deep he makes his bed ; Clouds are his chariot when he flies,

On winged storms, across the skies.
3 The world's foundations by his hand

Are poised, and shall forever stand ;
He binds the ocean in his chain,

Lest it should drown the earth again.
4 The swelling billows know their bound,

And in their channels walk their round;
Yet, thence conveyed by secret veins,
They spring on hills, and drench the plains.

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WATTS. The Same. Ps. 104. 1 GOD from his cloudy cistern pours

On the parched earth enriching showers;
The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.

2 What noble fruit the vines produce !

The olive yields a shining juice:
Our hearts are cheered with generous wine;

With inward joy our faces shine. 3 He sets the sun his circling race,

Appoints the moon to change her face;
And, when thick darkness veils the day,

Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 4 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,

And, roaring, ask their meat from God;
But when the morning beams arise,

The savage beast to covert flies. 5 Then man to daily labor goes;

The night was made for his repose ;
Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief

From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 6 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!

And every land thy riches fill;
Thy wisdom round the world we see;
This spacious earth is full of thee.

WATTS.

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The Same. Ps. 104.
1 VAST are thy works, Almighty Lord;

All nature rests upon thy word;
And the whole race of creatures stands,

Waiting their portion from thy hands. 2 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,

And, dying, to their dust return;
Both man and beast their souls resign:
Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine.

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;
How awful are his glorious ways!

The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 5 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,

And make my meditations sweet;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.

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L. M.

J. Q. Adams.

Ps. 104.

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.
2 Spirits and angels thou hast made ;

Thy ministers a flaming fire;
By thee were earth's foundations laid ;

At thy rebuke the floods retire.
3 Thine are the fountains of the deep;

By thee their waters swell or fail ;
Up to the mountain's summit creep,

Or shrink beneath the lowly vale.
4 Thy fingers mark their utmost bound;

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;
Corn, wine, and oil, by thee combine,

Life, gladness, beauty, to produce.
6 The moon for seasons thou hast made,

The sun for change of day and night;
Of darkness thine the deepest shade,

And thine the day's meridian light. 7 O Lord, thy works are all divine;

In wisdom hast thou made them all ;
Earth's teeming multitudes are thine ;

Thine — peopled ocean's great and small. 8 All these on thee for life depend ;

Thy spirit speaks, and they are born ;
They gather what thy bounties send ;

Thy hand of plenty fills the horn. 9 Thy face is hidden, — they turn pale,

With terror quake, with anguish burn;
Their breath thou givest to the gale;

They die, and to their dust return. 10 And thou, my soul, with pure delight,

Thy voice to bless thy Maker raise ;
His praise let morning sing to night,

And night to morn repeat his praise.

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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;
When all thy loved creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,

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