42.

J. KEBLE.
Joyously.

LIBER. C. M. D.

L. SPOHR.

I.

There is a book, who runs may read, Which heav'n-ly truth im

parts;

And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Chris - tian hearts.

Are pages in that book, to show How God him-self is found. AMEN.

2 The glorious sky, embracing all,

Is like the Maker's love,

Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.

Thou who hast given us eyes to see

And love this sight so fair,

Give us a heart to find out Thee,

And read Thee everywhere! AMEN.

And prayer is made, and praise is given, By all things near and

far:

He weaves the shin- ing gar-ments Un ceasingly and

46.

Bp. COTTON.

PRAISE. L. M. D.

JOHN ADCOCK.

I. We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth, The glit - t'ring sky, the

silver sea;

For all their beauty, all their worth, Their light and glory, come from Thee.

Thine are the flow'rs that clothe the ground, The trees that weave their arms a-bove,

The hills that gird our dwell-ings round, As Thou dost gird Thine own with love.

2 Yet teach us still how far more fair,
Thou glorious Father, in Thy sight,
Is one pure deed, one holy prayer,
One heart that owns Thy Spirit's might.
So while we gaze with thoughtful eye
On all the gifts Thy love has given,
Help us in Thee to live and die,

By Thee to rise from earth to heaven.