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3 O give thanks with heart and lip,

For we are His workmanship;
And all creatures are His carc.
Not a bird that cleaves the air,
Falls unnoticed; but who can

Speak the Father's love to man ? 4 O give thanks to Him who came

In a mortal suffering frame-
Temple of the Deity-
Came for rebel man to die;
In the path Himself hath trod,
Leading back His saints to God.

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Psalm cvil. 31. L. M. DODDRIDGE sons of men, with joy record

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Lord ;

And let His power and goodness sound

Through all your tribes the earth around. 2 Let the high heavens your songs invite,

Those spacious fields of brilliant light;
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,

And stars that glow from pole to pole. 3 View the broad sea's majestic plains,

And think how wide its Maker reigns;
That band remotest nations joins,

And on each wave His goodness shines. 4 But O that brighter world above,

Where lives and reigns Incarnate Love !
God's only Son, in flesh array'd,

For man a bleeding victim made:
5 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar;

There in the land of praise adore:
This theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an undeclining day.

232 Psalm cxi. 2. C. M. MONTGOMERY.

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1 HE God of nature and of grace

In all His works appears ; His goodness through the earth we trace,

His grandeur in the spheres. 2 Behold this fair and fertile globe,

By Him in wisdom plann'd: 'Twas He who girded, like a robe,

The ocean round the land. 3 Lift to the firmament your eye;

Thither His path pursue ; His glory, boundless as the sky,

O'erwhelms the wondering view. 4 Hebows the heavens--the mountains stand,

A high-way for thcir God;
He walks amidst the desert land;

'Tis Eden where He trod.
5 The forests in His strength rejoice ;

Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, the Lord God's voice

Is heard among the trees.
6 In every stream His bounty flows,

Diffusing joy and wealth;
In every breeze His Spirit blows,

The breath of life and health.
7 His blessings fall in plenteous showers

Upon the lap of earth,
That teens with foliage, fruits, and flowers,

And rings with infant mirth.
8 If God hath made this world so fair,

Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,

Will Paradise be found |

233 Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17. 112th. M. MOORE

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Of all this wondrous world we see:
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee;
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,

And all things fair and bright are Thine. 2 When day, with farewell beam, delays

Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven:
Those hues, that make the sun's decline

So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. 3 When youthful spring around us breathes,

Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath that kindling eye,-
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.

234 Rom. 1. 20. C. M. CHRISTIAN YEAR. 1

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WHERE is a book, who runs may read, And all the lore its scholars need,

Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God above, below,

Within us and around,
Are pages in that book, to show

How God Himself is found.
3 The glorious sky embracing all

Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompass'd, great and small

In peace and order move.

4 One name above all glorious names,

With its ten thousand tongues,
The everlasting sea proclaims,

Echoing angelic songs.
6 The raging fire, the roaring wind,

Thy boundless power display:
But in the gentler breeze we find

Thy Spirit's viewless way.
6 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see

And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,

And read Thee every where.

HIS WORKS-PROVIDENCE. 235

Psalm cxiii. 5, 6. L. M. WATTS. 1

to the Lord, who reigns on high, Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large His bounties are.
2 God, who must stoop to view the skies,

And bow to sec what angels do,
Down to our earth Ho casts His eyes,
And bends His footsteps downwards too.

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3 He overrules all mortal things,

And manages our mean affairs;
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows His counsels and His cares,

4 Our sorrows and our tears we pour

Into the bosom of our God;
He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps us bear the heavy load.

5 O could our thankful hearts devise

A tribute equal to Thy grace,
To the third heaven our songs

should rise, And teach the golden harps Thy praise.

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Job xxxl. 4; xlii. 2. C. M. WATTS. ET the whole race of creatures lie

Whate'er His sovereign voice has form'd

He governs with a nod. 2 If light attend the course I run,

'Tis He provides those rays, And 'tis His hand that hides my sun,

If darkness cloud my days.
3 Yet I would not be much concern'd,

Nor vainly long to see
The volume of His deep decrees,

What months are writ for me.
4 When He reveals the book of life,

O may I read my name
Amongst the chosen of His love,

The followers of the Lamb !

237 Isaiah xlv. 15.

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L. M.

WATTS. 1

Th' obscure abyss of Providence,
Too deep to sound with mortal lines,

Too dark to view with feeble sense. 2 Now Thou array'st Thine awful face

In angry frowns, without a smile ;
We, through thé cloud, believe Thy grace,

Secure of Thy compassion still. 3 Through scas and storms of deep distress

We sail by faith, and not by sight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness,
Through all the briers and the night.

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