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3 By cooling streams and soft'ning show'rs

The vegetable race are fed ;
And trees and plants, and herbs and flow'rs,

Their Maker's bounty smiling spread. 4 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise

Above the faint attempts of art ;
Their bright inimitable dyes

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.
5 Yo curious minds, who roam abroad,

And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of the God,
And bow before him and adore. Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN 133. S. M.
Praise to the Creator.


A How

wondrous is the name!

the homage

Thy glories how diffused abroad

Through all creation's frame !
Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays ;
And does a thousand ways express

Her undissembled praise.
3 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too :
Fain would my tongue adore my King,

due. 4 In joy, O! let me spend

Tbe remnant of my days ;
And oft to God, my soul! ascend
Io grateful songs of praise.

HYMN 134. C. M.

The God of Nature invoked.
AIL, great Creator, wise and good !

To thee our songs we raise ;
Nature, through all her various scenes,

Invites us to thy praise.


2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,

Fresh wonders strike our view;
And wbile we gaze, our hearts exult

With transports ever new. 3 Thy glory beams in every star

Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn

of cheerful light.
4 The lofty hill, the humble lawn,

With countless beauties shine : The silent grove, the awful shade,

Proclaim thy pow'r divine.
5 Great nature's God ! still may these scenes

Our serious hours engage;
Still may our grateful hearts consult

Thy works' instructive page!
6 And wbile, in all thy wondrous works,

Thy vary'd love we see ; Still

may the contemplation lead Our hearts, O God, to thee !

Gent. Mag.

HYMN 135. P. M.

The Perfections and Providence of God.
LIFT your voice, and joyful sing

Praises to your heav'nly King ;
For his blessings far extend,

And bis mercy knows no end, 2 Be the Lord


noblest theme, Who of gods is God supreme; He, to whom all lords beside

Bow the knee, and veil their pride : 3 Who asserts bis just command

By the wonders of his hand :
He, whose wisdom, thron'd on bigh,

Built the mansions of the sky : 4 He, who bade the wat'ry deep

Under earth's foundations sleep ;
And the orbs that gild the pole
Through the boundless ether roll


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5 Thee, sun, whose pow'rful ray

Rules the empire of the day ;
You, O moon and stars, whose light

Gilds the darkness of the night. 6 He with food sustains, O earth,

All who claim from thee their birth ;
For his blessings far extend,
And his mercy knows no end.


HYMN 136. P. M.

The same subject.
LET us with a joyful mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind :
For his mercies shall endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 Let us sound his name abroad,

For of gods he is the God :
Who by his wisdom did create

Heav'n's expause, and all its state : 3 Did the solid earth ordain

How to rise above the main :
Who, by his commanding might,

Fill’d the new-made world with light : 4 Caus’d the golden-tressed sun

All the day his course to run ;
And the moon to shine by night,

'Mid her spangled sisters bright. 5 All his creatures God does feed,

His full band supplies their need :
Let us therefore warble forth

His high majesty and worth.
6 He his inansion hath on higb,

'Bove the reach of mortal eye : And his inercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.


HYMN 137. L. M.

Public Worship. Psa. Ixv. FOR thee

, O God, our constant praise Io Zion waits, thy chosen seat; Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,

And all our zealous vows complete. 2 0 thou, who to my humble prayer

Didst always bend thy list’ning ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,

And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain

To stop thy flowing mercy try;
For thou wilt purge the guilty stain,

And wash away the crimson dye.
4 Blest is the man, who near thee plac'd,

Within thy sacred dwelling lives ;
Wbilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delight thy worship gives.



HYMN 138. C. M.

Fruitful Seasons. Psa. Ixv.
OD is the Lord, the heav'nly King,

Who makes the earth bis care; Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,

And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,

Pour out, at thy command,
Their wat’ry blessings from the sky,

To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The soften'd ridges of the field

Permit the corn to spring; The vallies ricb provision yield,

'The grateful lab'rers sing. 4 The little hills on ev'ry side

Rejoice at falling show'rs;
The meadows, dress’d in all their pride,

Perfume the air with Aow'rs.


5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,

Promise a joyful crop ;
The fields, with verdure fill'd, again

Revive the reaper's hope.
6 The various months thy goodness crowns,

How bounteous are thy ways !
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,
And shepherds shout thy praise.

HYMN 139. S. M.

Universal Praise. Psa. Ixvii.
To bless thy chosen race

In mercy, Lord, incline;
And cause the brightness of thy face

On all thy church to shine.
2 That so thy gracious way

May through the world be known;
Whilst distant lands their homage pay,

And thy salvation own.
3 Let all the nations join

To celebrate thy faine ;
Let the whole world, O Lord, combine

To praise thy glorious name.
4 O let them shout and sing,

In humble pious mirth;
For thou, the righteous Judge and King,

all the earth.


HYMN 140. L. M.
The pleasure of Public Worship. Psa. Ixxxiv.

VREA'T God, attend, wbile Zion sings
I The joy that from thy presence springs ;
To spend one day with thee on earth,

Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 The sparrow chooses where to rest,

And for her young provides a nest;
But will my God to sparrows grant
Those pleasures which his children want?

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