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Soft on the springing corn descend ;
And thy kind blessing makes it grow.
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
And echoing hills return the sound.
There, plenty ev'ry charm displays ;
HYMN 190. L. M.
At first arose this beauteous frame,
The changing seasons speak thy name. 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,
From winter storms recover'd, rise ;
Fresh op’ning to our wond'ring eyes. 3 O how delightful 'tis to see
The earth in vernal beauty drest !
Thy blooming glories shine con fest! 4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,
And light and genial heat conveys ;
From thee derives his quick’ning rays. 5 Around us, in the teeming field,
Stands the rich grain, or purpled vine ;
The strength’ning bread, or cheering wine. 6 Indulgent God! from ev'ry part
Thy plenteous blessings largely flow;
HYMN 191. P. M.
The divine Majesty and Power.
Praise to heav'n's eternal King;
Bow before his ballow'd shrine.
Hush'd to silence while he speaks,
Hear the awful accents roll.
And the vivid lightings play;
Hear, dismay’d, th' approaching God. 4 He the swelling surge commands;
Fix'd his tbrone for ever stands ;
The Glory of God.
Th' Almighty, the Eternal One;
Confess the infioite Unknown
Bade planets roll, and sups to shine :
Through all these spacious works of thine. 3 Still restless nature dies and grows;
From change to change the creatures run :
HYMN 193. C. M.
The Condescension of God.
God's throne is fix'd on high ;
The praises of the sky.
The humble, hallow'd cell;
'Tis his delight to dwell :
The sorrowful to cheer ;
Of contrite heart to rear.
Against the human race :
HYMN 194. L. M.
And bows to see what angels do ;
And bends his footsteps downwards too. 2 He over-rules all human things,
And manages our mean affairs :
Bestows his counsels and his cares. 3 In vain might earthly monarchs try
Such condescending schemes to plan;
Above his meanest fellow-man.
A tribute equal to thy grace,
HYMN 195. L. M.
The Majesty of God. YE
E weak inbabitants of clay,
Ye trifling insects of a day, Low io your native dust bow dowa
Before th' Eterpal's awful throne.
Aod call remotest nations round:
Princes and people, kings and swains. 3 Join'd with the living, let the dead,
Rising the face of earth o'erspread ;
Let angels echo back the songs.
The dust that hangs upon the scales,
HYMN 196. C. M.
Universal presence of God.
By thee are search'd and seen ;
Thy providence I see;
I'm present still with thee.
An awful judge below.
4 Lord ! if within my thoughtless heart
Thou aught should'st disapprove, The secret evil bring to light,
Aud by tby grace reinove.
Or foolish io thy view,
HYMN 197. L. M.
God's Omniscience and Omnipresence.
Thy wisdom who can comprehend ?
Or to its lowest depths descend ?
Beyond thy reach, shall I pursue ?
Shall hide me from thy boundless view ? 3 If up to heav'n's ethereal height,
Thy prospect to elude, I rise;
Thy presence shall my sight surprise.
Thee, all her conscious pow'rs adore ;
Whose eyes the universe explore.
It glows in every vital part;
And feeds with life my beating heart. 6 To thee, from whom iny being came,
Whose smile is all the heav'n I know,