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9 Completed now the mighty work,
God his creation view'd:
Praise from Living Creatures. 1 EGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
His boundless mercy sing;
And touch the sweetest string.
United praise bestow;
And in the deeps below.
In heavenly praise employ; Spread HIS tremendous Name around, While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound, The gen’ral burst of joy. HYMN 6.
And breath'd the fluid air.
2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir ;
The mighty chorus aid;
And praise him in the shade.
Ye worlds, declare his might;
And nature sprung to light.
To him who bids you roll;
With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
The work of an Almighty hand.
, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And, nightly, to the list’ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;
And all the planets in their turn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
(L. M.) 1 TERNAL source of every joy!
may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee, sov'reign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flow'ry spring at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores ;
No more the face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
With morning light and ev'ning shade. 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
And feed me with a shepherd's care; His
my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
With gloomy horrors overspread;
(C. M.) 1 THEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp’ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man. 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths.
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Has made my cup run o'er;
Has doubled all my store.
My daily thanks employ;
That tastes those gifts with joy. 11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
The glorious theme renew.
Divide thy works no more,
Thy mercy shall adore.
A joyful song I'll raise;
My times are in thy hand.” 1 OV'REIGN Ruler of the skies.
Ever gracious, ever wise,
All events at thy command.
He shall guide us to the tomb;
Order'd by his wise decree.
Blighting want, and cheerful wealth,
Come, and end, as God ordains. 4 May we always own thy hand,
Still to thee surrender'd stand,