GOD THE FATHER: WORKS OF CREATION.

WORKS OF CREATION.

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Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.­Psa. 150. 6.

1 PRAISE the Lord, ye heavens, adore Him: Praise Him, angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before Him; Praise Him, all ye stars of light.

2 Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken; Worlds His mighty voice obeyed; Laws, that never shall be broken,

For their guidance He hath made.

3 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Never shall His promise fail. God hath made His saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail.

4 Praise the God of our salvation;

Hosts on high His power proclaim; Heaven and earth and all creation Laud and magnify His name.

Foundling Collection.

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Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness. Psa. 107. 8.

1 PRAISE to Thee, Thou great Creator, Praise be Thine from every tongue; Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song. Father, source of all compassion, Pure, unbounded grace is Thine: Hail! the God of our salvation,

Praise Him for His love divine.

2 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy,

Sound His praise through earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high: Joyfully on earth adore Him,

Till in heaven our song we raise; There, enraptured, fall before Him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

J. FAWCETT.

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The heavens declare the glory of God-Psa. 19. 1.

1 THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens,& shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.

The 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 list'ning earth, Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her ourn, 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; For ever singing as they shine ,­The hand that made us is Divine.

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Consider the wondrous works of God.- Job 37. 14.

1 THERE's not a tint that paints the rose, Or decks the lily fair,

Or streaks the humblest flower that blows, But God has placed it there.

ADDISON,

2 There's not of grass a single blade, Or leaf of loveliest green, Where heavenly skill is not displayed, And heavenly wisdom seen.

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3 There's not a star whose twinkling light Shines on the distant earth,

And cheers the silent gloom of night, But God has given it birth.

4 There's not a place on earth's vast round, In ocean deep, or air,

Where skill and wisdom are not found, For God is everywhere.

5 Around, beneath, below, above, Wherever space extends,

There He displays His boundless love, And power with mercy blends.

J. C. WALLACE.