3 Ye gorgeous clouds that deck the sky With crystal, crimson, gold;

And rainbow arches raised on high,
The Light of light unfold.

4 Shout to Jehovah, surging main,
In deep eternal roar:

Let wave to wave resound the strain,
And shore reply to shore.

5 Storm, lightning, thunder, hail, and
Wild winds that keep His word, [snow,
With the old mountains far below,
Unite to bless the Lord.

6 His name, ye forests, wave along: Whisper it, every flower:

[song,

Birds, beasts, and insects swell the That tells His love and power.

7 And round the wide world let it roll,
Whilst man shall lead it on;

Join, every ransomed human soul,
In glorious unison.

8 Come, aged man, come, little child,
Youth, maiden, peasant, king;
To God in Jesus reconciled,

Your hallelujahs bring.

9 The Omnipresent Deity!

Maker of earth and heaven, The great Redeeming Majesty! To Him all praise be given.

C.M.

40 Let us offer the sacrifice of praise

to God continually.-Heb. 13, 15.

1 LORD of the world's majestic frame, Stupendous are Thy ways;

Thy various works declare Thy name,
And all resound Thy praise.

2 The heavens Thy matchless skill dis

play,

With all the stars of light,

The splendid sun that rules the day,
The silver moon by night.

3 And while those radiant orbs of light,
That shine from pole to pole,

In silent harmony unite

To praise Thee as they roll:

4 O shall not we of human race
The glorious concert join?
Shall not the children of Thy grace
Attempt the theme divine?

5 Not all the feeble notes of time
Can utter God's high praise;
Nor all the noblest strains sublime
That earth or heaven can raise.
6 Yet this shall be our best employ,
Through life's uncertain days;
And in the realms of boundless joy
Eternal be Thy praise!

L.M.

41 The heavens declare the glory of God.

1

THE

-Ps. 19, 1.

THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day.
Does his Creator's power display;
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.

3 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:

4 While all the stars that round her And all the planets in their turn, [burn, Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 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? 6 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."

8.6.

42 I dwell in the high and holy place.-

1

Isa. 57, 15.

BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea,

Above that dome of sky,

Further than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high:

Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That Thou, my God, art nigh:-

2 Art nigh, and yet my labouring mind
Feels after Thee in vain;

Thee in these works of power to find
Or to Thy seat attain:

Thy messenger, the stormy wind;
Thy path, the trackless main:-

3 These speak of Thee with loud acclaim;
They thunder forth Thy praise,
The glorious honour of Thy name,
The wonders of Thy ways;
But Thou art not in tempest-flame,
Nor in day's glorious blaze.

4 I hear Thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey Thy dread control;
Yet still Thou art not there:
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,
Who yet is everywhere?

5 Oh, not in circling depth or height,
But in the contrite breast,
Present to faith, though veiled from
sight,

There does His Spirit rest:
O come, Thou Presence Infinite!
And make Thy creature blest.

C.M.

43 How excellent is Thy name in all the

earth.-Ps. 8, 1.

LORD, our King, how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!

Thy glory in the firmament,

How wonderfully shown!

2 Yet are the humble dear to Thee!
Thy praises are confest

By infants lisping on the knee,
And sucklings at the breast.

3 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of Thy right hand,

The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land;

4 Lord! what is man, that Thou shouldst
On him to set Thy love, [deign,
Give him on earth awhile to reign,
Then fill a throne above?

5 O Lord, how excellent Thy name;
How manifold Thy ways!

Let time Thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity, Thy praise.

4.4

1

L.M.

The Lord is good to all.-Ps. 145. 9.

YES, God is good, in earth and sky,
From ocean-depths and spreading
Ten thousand voices ever cry,

[wood, 66 God made us all, and God is good." 2 The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling host, all join to say In accents clear, that "God is good." 3 The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed; And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whisper, "God is good." 4 I hear it in the rushing breeze; The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, "God is good." 5 Yes, "God is good," all Nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued, And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that "God is good." 6 For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord, But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening word:[good. These prompt our song that "God is

C.M.

45 The counsel of the Lord standeth for

ever.-Ps. 33, 11.

1ET all the just to God with joy
Their cheerful voices raise;

For well the righteous it becomes
To sing glad songs of praise.

2 By His almighty word at first
The heavenly arch was reared;
And all the beauteous hosts of light
At His command appeared.

3 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees
Shall stand for ever sure:

The settled purpose of His heart
To ages shall endure.

4 How happy then are they to whom
The Lord our God is known,

Whom He, from all the world besides,
Has chosen for His own!

5 The riches of Thy mercy, Lord,
Do Thou to us extend;

Since we, for all we want or wish,
On Thee alore depend.

C.M.

46 The sea is His and He made it; His

1E

hands formed the dry land.-Ps. 95, 5, TERNAL Wisdom! Thee we praise, Thee the creation sings; [seas, With Thy loved name, rocks, hills, and And heaven's high palace rings.

2 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight, [ground,
Through skies, and seas, and solid
With terror and delight.

3 Infinite strength and equal skill
Shine through Thy works abroad,
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder, God.

4 But the mild glories of Thy grace,
Our softer passions move;

Pity divine in Jesus' face,
We see, adore, and love.

C.M.

47 Invisible things

understood by

the things that are made. Rom. 1, 20. 1 THERE is a book who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts; And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

2 The works of God above, below, Within us and around,