The song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would rend my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises raised on high Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 But, oh! when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise, To join the music of the skies!

28.

THE BOOK OF NATURE.

Gräfenberg-Burton-Loughton.

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,

Are pages in that book, to show
How God himself is found.

3 The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker's love,

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Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.

4 One name, above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs.

5 The raging fire, the roaring wind,
Thy boundless power display:
But in the gentler breeze we find
Thy Spirit's viewless way.

6 Thou who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out thee,
And read thee everywhere.

29.

THE LANDSCAPE.

Chorlton Place.

1 How cheerful the field and the mead!
How gay does all nature appear!
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the spring of the year.

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2 The foliage that shades the gay bowers, The herbage that springs from the clod, Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers,

All rise to the praise of our God.

3 Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove?
Forbid it, fair gratitude's call!
Forbid it, devotion and love!

4 The Lord who such wonders can raise, And still can destroy with a nod, Our lips shall incessantly praise,

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Our hearts shall rejoice in our God.

THE STARRY SKY.

Creation-Calvin-Neapolis.

1 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky,

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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 burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5 What though in solemn silence all Move round the 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."

31.

GOD IN ALL.
Carey's-Dresden.

L. M. 6 lines.

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 golden vistas into heaven:
Those hues, that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

3 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath that kindling eye-

Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.

32. THE BOOK OF LIFE.

St. Paul's-St. James'-Canterbury.

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1 Let the whole race of creatures lie
Abased before their God;
Whate'er his sovereign voice has formed,
He governs with a word.

2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,

All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.

3 If light attend the course I run,
'Tis he provides those rays;

And 'tis his hand that hides my sun,
If darkness cloud my days.

4 Yet I would not be much concerned,
Nor vainly long to see
The volume of his deep decrees,
What months are writ for me.

5 When he reveals the book of life,
O may I read my name
Amongst the chosen of his love,
The followers of the Lamb.