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2 When I faint with summer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow.

3 He

my soul anew shall frame,
And, his mercy to proclaim,

When through devious paths I stray,
Teach my steps the better way.

4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread;
Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by thee, my cup o'erflows;
For thy love no limit knows.

5 Constant, to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend,
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.

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*MONTGOMERY.

The Same. Ps. 23.

1 THE Lord is my shepherd-no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures-safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow; Restores me when wandering-redeems when oppressed.

2 Through valley and shadow of death though I stray,

Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me-thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall with my Comforter near.

3 In midst of affliction my table is spread;

With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er · With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;O what shall I ask of thy providence more?

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
In days of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.

GOD MANIFEST IN NATURE.

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*MRS, STEELE.

Nature proclaiming God.

1 THERE is a God all nature speaks

Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies:
See, from the clouds his glory breaks
When the first beams of morning rise.

2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 Diffusing life, his influence spreads,
And health and plenty smile around:
The fruitful fields and verdant meads
Are with a thousand blessings crowned.
4 The flowery tribes all blooming rise
Above the faint attempts of art :
Their bright, inimitable dyes
Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

5 Almighty goodness, power divine,
The mountains, forests, streams display;
They speak the hand that drew their line,
And gave them all their bright array.

6 Shall we, who trace his works abroad,
Refuse to own his skill and power?
O let us here confess our God,
And bow before him, and adore.

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T. MOORE.

God the Life and Light of the World. Ps. 84.

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 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 the summer wreaths
Is born beneath thy kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.

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MISS WILLIAMS. ›

God seen in the Revolutions of Nature. Ps. 84. 1 My God! all nature owns thy sway; Thou giv'st the night and thou the day; When all thy loved creation wakes, When morning, rich in lustre, breaks, And bathes in dew the opening flower, To thee we owe her fragrant hourAnd when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belong.

2 Or when, in paler tints arrayed,

The evening slowly spreads her shade,
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day's enlivening bloom,
Still
every fond and vain desire,

And calmer, purer thoughts inspire-
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead the softened heart to thee.

3 As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul,
O never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human sense in vain,
But oft, as on their charms we gaze,
Attune the wondering soul to praise ;
And be the joys that most we prize,
The joys that from thy favor rise.

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