AGLORY in the Word we find C. M. When grace restores our sight; But sin has darken'd all the mind, And veil'd the heavenly light. 2 When God the Spirit clears our view, How bright the doctrines shine! Their holy fruits and sweetness show The Author is divine. 3 How blest are we with open face And all thine image here to trace 4 O, teach us, as we look, to grow That we may long to see and know HYMN CREATION. 7. III. 1. ERALDS of creation! cry, HE Praise the LORD, the LORD most high! Heaven and earth! obey the call, Praise the LORD, the LORD of all. 2 For He spake, and forth from night 3 Praise Him, all ye hosts above, Sun and moon! your voices raise, 4 Earth from all thy depths below, Lightning, vapour, wind, and storm, 5 Vales and mountains! burst in song; 6 Birds on wings of rapture soar, 7 Kings! your Sovereign serve with awe; 8 Let His truth by babes be told, 9 High above all height His throne, HYMN 8. III. 1. ET us with a gladsome mind Let us sound His name abroad, 2 Solid earth He did ordain 3 All His creatures God doth feed, HYMN 9. C. M. NE With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs. 2 The raging fire, the roaring wind, 3 Two worlds are ours: 'tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the sea and sky. 4 Thou, who hast giv'n me eyes to see, HYMN 10. C. M. I SING the almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise; That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The moon shines full at His command, 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, He form'd the creatures with His word, 4 Lord, how Thy wonders are display'd, Where'er I turn mine eyes, Though I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the skies! 5 There's not a plant or flower below, But makes Thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from Thy throne. 6 Creatures, as numerous as they be, 7 In heaven are seen His beams of love, His wrath in hell beneath; 'Tis on His earth I stand or move, And 'tis His air I breathe. 8 His hand is my perpetual guard, |