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. 173. L. M. 6l. Montgomery's Coll. 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 heaven 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! 174. L. M. 6l. Moore. 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, 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 plume 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. 175. L. M. Addison. The Heavens declare the Glory of God. 1 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, 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.