1 'Twas God that made the earth and sea,
To whom the angels bow;
'Twas God that made both thee and me,
The God who sees us now.

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Power and goodness of God. SING the mighty 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 ordained The sun to rule the day;

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The moon shines full at his command,
And ah the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.

4 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

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Creation speaks God's praise. C. M. heavenly Father! all I see

Around me and above,

Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee
And speaks thy boundless love.

2 The clear blue sky is full of thee;
The woods so dark and lone,

The soft south wind, the sounding sea,
Worship the Holy One.

3 The humming of the insect throngs,
The prattling, sparkling rill,

The birds with their melodious songs, thy praises still.

Repeat

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God made all things.

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1 'TWAS God who made the earth and skies;
Great are the wonders of his hand;
He is more powerful, good, and wise,
Than any child can understand.

2 Bright angels bow before his face.

And saints stand waiting round his throne, And in that holy, happy place,

No sinful thoughts or words are known,

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God's greatness.

C. M.

LORD, our God, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let old and young proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;-

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
That dwells so far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And raise his nature so!

4 0 Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let all the earth proclaim.

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The Creator praised in his works. L. M.

THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

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

2 Th' 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 Whilst 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 this 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 haud that made us is divine."

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I am the creature of God. L. M.

AM the creature of the Lord;

He made me by his powerful word:
This body, in each curious part,
Was formed by his unerring art.

2 From him my nobler spirit came,
My soul, a spark of heavenly flame.
That soul, by which my body lives.
Which thinks, and hopes, desires, and grieves
3 Is capable of endless bliss,

And worth a thousand worlds like this;
It must in heaven or hell remain,
When flesh is turned to dust again.

4 To what then should I first attend? Or what esteem my noblest end? Surely it must be this alone,

That God my Maker may be known:

5 So known, that I may love him still,
And form my actions by his will;
That he may bless me while I live,
And when I die my soul receive.

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Then in the world of light and love,
With saints and angel-hosts above,
I'll dwell for ever in his sight,
In perfect knowledge and delight.

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HE moon is very fair and bright,
And also very high;

I think it is a pretty sight

To see it in the sky:

It shone upon me as I lay,

And seemed almost as bright as day.

2 The stars are very pretty too, And scatter'd all about;

At first there seems a very few,

But soon the rest come out:
I'm sure I could not count them all,
They are so very bright and small.

4 God made and keeps them, every one,
By his great power and might:
He is more glorious than the sun'
And all the stars of light:

Yet though so great, we by his grace,
If pure in heart, shall see his face.

PRAISE.

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Praise for blessings.

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ALMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord,

Kind guardian of my days,

Thy merees let my heart record
In songs of grateful praise.

2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Was thy indulgent care,

Long ere I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe the infant prayer.

3 Each rolling year new favours brought From thy exhaustless store;

But, ah! in vain my labouring thought
Would count thy n crcies o'er.

4 While sweet reflection, through my days,
Thy bounteous hand would trace,
Still dearer blessings claim thy praise,
The blessings of thy grace.

5 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord!
For favours more divine;

That I have known thy sacred word,
Where all thy glorics shine.

6 Lord, when this mortal frame decays,
And every weakness dies,
Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.

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Praise from children.

L. M

ALMIGHTY God! with gracious ear

Our praises and thanksgivings hear,

And look with an approving eye
From thy eternal throne on high.