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Whilst all the stars that round ber burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3. What though in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
"The HAND that made us is DIVINE."


Hymn 138. L. M.

HERE is a God, all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies;

See from the clouds his glory breaks,

When the first beams of morning rise.

2. The rising sun, serenely bright,

O'er the wide world's extended frame,
Inscribes in characters of light,

His mighty maker's glorious name.
3. Diffusing life, his influence spreads,
And health and plenty smile around,
And fruitful fields, and verdant meads,
Are with a thousand blessing's crown'd.

4. Almighty goodness, power divine,

The fields and verdant meads display; And bless the hand which made them shine, With various charms profusely gay、

5. For man and beast, here daily food

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In wide diffusive plenty grows;

And there, for drink, the chrystal flood
In streams sweet winding, gently flows.

6. By cooling streams, and soft'ning showers, The vegetable race are fed,

And trees, and plants, and herbs, and flowers, Their maker's bounty smiling spread.



Hymn 139. c. M.

OW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord!

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Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help omnipotence.

2. In foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.

3. When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

4. The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will:

The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still,

5. In 'midst of dangers, fears and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore,

We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

6. Our life, while thou preserv'st that life,
Thy sacrifice shall be ;

And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to thee.



Hymn 140. c. M.

LMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord,
Kind Guardian of my days,

Thy mercies let my heart record

In songs of grateful praise.

2. In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Was thy indulgent care,

Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
Or breathe the infant prayer.

3. Each rolling year new favours brought
From thy exhaustless store;

But ah! in vain my labouring thought
Would count thy mercies o'er.

4. While sweet reflection thro' my days
Thy bounteous hand would trace;
Still dearer blessings claim my praise,
The blessings of thy grace.

5. Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord,
For favours more divine;

That I have known thy sacred word,
Where all thy glories shine.


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Hymn 141. c. M.

THEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul


Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love and praise.

2. Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

3. To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in pray'r.


4. Unnumber'd comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom these comforts flow'd. 5. When in the slipp'ry path of youth With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

6. Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths
It gently clear'd my way,
And thro' the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

7. Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And, after death, in heav'n with thee
The glorious theme renew.

8. Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise:
But O! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.


Hymn 142. c. M.

N thee I live, and move, and am:
Thou numb'rest all my days.

As thou renew'st my being, Lord,
Let me renew thy praise.

2. From thee I am, through thee I am,
And for thee I must be:
"Twere better for me not to live,
Than not to live to thee.

3. Naked I came into this world,
And nothing with me brought;
And nothing have I here deserv'd,
Yet have I lacked nought.

4. I do not praise my lab'ring hand,
My lab'ring head or chance;

Thy providence, most gracious God,

Is mine inheritance.

5. Lord, in the day, thou art about
The paths wherein I tread;

And in the night, while I lie down,
Thou art about my bed.

6. A thousand deaths I daily 'scape,
I pass by many a pit;
I sail by many dreadful rocks,
Where others have been split.

7. O let my house a temple be,
That I and mine may sing
Hosannas to thy majesty,
And praise our heav'nly king.



Hymn 143. L. M.

IVE to our God immortal praise Mercy and truth are all his ways: Wonders of grace to God belong : Repeat his mercies in your song.

2. Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown; His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

3. He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong :
Repeat his mercies in your song.
4. He fills the sun with morning light:
He bids the moon direct the night:

His mercies ever shall endure,

When suns and moons shall shine no more.

5. He sent his son with pow'r to save

From guilt, and darkness, and the grave;
Wonders of grace to God belong :
Repeat his mercies in your song.

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