5 He sends his word and melts the snow : The fields no longer mourn;

He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

6 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:

With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

C. M.

LXXXVI.

BOWRING.

1 UNNUMBERED systems, suns, and worlds,

Unite to worship thee, Whose uncreated glory fills

Space-time-eternity.

2 Nature, a temple worthy thee,
That beams with light and love;
Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,
Whose stars rejoice above;

3 Whose altars are the mountain cliffs
That rise along the shore,

Whose anthems, the sublime accord
Of storm and ocean's roar.

4 Her song of gratitude is sung

By spring's awakening hours;
Her summer offers at thy shrine
Its earliest, loveliest flowers.

5 Her autumn brings its ripened fruits,
In glorious luxury given :
While winter's silver heights reflect
Thy brightness back to heaven.

C. M.

LXXXVII.

WREFORD.

1 WHEN roaming on the sunny hills,
I lift to heaven mine eye,

What peace, O God, my bosom fills
For thou alone art nigh.

2 The fragrant turf, the herb, and flower,
Perfume the morning air,

While the blue sky sheds down a power
Whose beams I love to share.

3 The wild bird from beneath my feet
Wings to the heavens his way,

The flocks upon the mountains bleat,
Or sportive round me play,

4 Glad forms of life I only see,

Sweet sounds alone I hear;
I commune, O my God, with thee,
And feel that thou art near!

5 Still freely on the hills to rove,
To me the joy be given;

There let me cherish thoughts of love,
Of beauty, peace, and heaven.

6 Still let me on the breeze's wing Soar upward, Lord! to thee,

And feel it is a blessed thing

In thine own world to be!

L. M,

LXXXVIII.

G. DYER.

1 GREATEST of Beings! Source of life!
Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!
All nature feels thy power, and all
A silent homage pays to thee.

2 Waked by thy hand, the morning sun
Pours forth to thee its earlier rays,

And spreads thy glories as it climbs,
While raptured worlds look up and praise.

3 The moon to the deep shades of night
Speaks the mild lustre of thy name;
While all the stars that cheer the scene
Thee the great Lord of light proclaim.

4 And groves, and vales, and rocks, and hills,
And every flower, and every tree,.
Ten thousand creatures, warm with life,
Have each a grateful song for thee.

5 But man was formed to rise to heaven;
And, blessed with reason's clearer light,
He views his Maker through his works,
And glows with rapture at the sight.

6 Nor can the thousand songs that rise,
Whether from air, or earth, or sea,
So well repeat Jehovah's praise,
Or raise so sweet a harmony.

L. M.

LXXXIX.

WREFORD.

1 God of the ocean, earth, and sky,
In thy bright presence we rejoice;
We feel thee, see thee, ever nigh,
And gladly hear thy gracious voice :

2 We feel thee in the sunny beam;

We see thee walk the mountain waves; We hear thee in the murmuring stream, And when the tempest wildly raves:

3 God on the lonely hills we meet,

God in the vale and fragrant grove;
While birds and whispering winds repeat
That God is there-the God of love.

P. M.

XC.

LONGFELLOW.

1 WONDROUS truths, and manifold as wondrous,
God hath written in the stars above;
But not less in the bright flowerets under us
Stands the revelation of his love.

2 Bright and glorious is that revelation.

Written all over this great world of ours; Making evident our own creation

In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

3 Everywhere about us they are glowing:

Some like stars to tell us spring is born; Others, their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing, Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn.