3 Bear it, ye breezes, on your wings,
To distant climes away,

And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey.

4 Take up the burden of his name
Ye clouds, as ye arise,

To deck with gold the opening morn,
Or shade the evening skies.

5 Long let it warble round the spheres,
And echo through the sky;
Let angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harmony;-

6 While we, with sacred rapture fired,
The blest Creator sing,
And chant our consecrated lays
To heaven's eterna! King.

1 BLESSED be thy name forever,

Thou of life the Guard and Giver!

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Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping,
Heal the heart long broke with weeping:
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the desert and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock and river,
Blessed be thy name forever!

2 Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest.
God of evening's parting ray

Of midnight gloom, and dawning day—
That rises from the azure sea

Like breathings of eternity;

God of life! that fade shall never,

Blessed be thy name forever!

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Universal Praise.

YE realms below the skies,
Your Maker's praises sing;
Let boundless honors rise

To heaven's eternal King;
O bless his name whose love extends
Salvation to the world's far ends.

2 Give glory to the Lord,

Ye kindreds of the earth;
His sovereign power record,

And show his wonders forth,
Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim,
And every heart adores his name.

3 T is he the mountains crowns
With forests waving wide;
'Tis he old ocean bounds,

And heaves her roaring tide;
He swells the tempests on the main,
Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain.

4 Still let the waters roar,

As round the earth they roll;
His praise for evermore

They sound from pole to pole.

'Tis nature's wild, unconscious song
O'er thousand waves that floats along.

5 His praise, ye worlds on high,
Display with all your spheres,
Amid the darksome sky,

When silent night appears.

O, let his works declare his name
Through all the universal frame.

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Goodness of God in his Works.

1 HAIL, great Creator-wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise:
Nature, through all her various scenes
Invites us to thy praise.

2 Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night,
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.

3 Great nature's God! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage!
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page!

4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see:

Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.

The Beauties of Creation.

1 OURS is a lovely world, how fair
Thy beauties e'en on earth appear!
The seasons in their courses fall,
And bring successive joys. The sea,
The earth, the sky, are full of thee,
Benignant, glorious Lord of all!

2 There s beauty in the heat of day;
There's glory in the noon-tide ray

There's sweetness in the twilight shades
Magnificence in night. Thy love
Arch'd the grand heaver. of blue above,
And all our smiling earth pervades.

3 And if thy glories here be found,
Streaming with radiance all around,
What must the fount of glory be!
In thee we 'll hope, in thee confide,
Thou, mercy's never ebbing tide,
Thou, love's unfathomable sea!

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All Things are of God.

1 THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see ;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

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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 opening vistas into heaven,-
Those hues that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

3 When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plun
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.

4 When youthful spring around us breathes
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye:
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.

The Heavens declare the Glory of God.

1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

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And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display ;
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:

Whilst all the stars which round her 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 this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing, as they shine,—
"The hand that made us is divine."

1 LORD, when thou said'st, "So let it be,"
The heavens were spread and shone,
And this whole earth stood gloriously;
Thou spak'st and it was done.

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