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Then full of joy he sprung aloft

His heavenly course to run.

Loud shouted the stars as they shone in the sky, The moon with mild aspect ascended on high.

GOD spake the waters teem with life,

:

The tenants of the floods;

The many-colour'd winged birds

Dart quickly through the woods.
High rushes the eagle on fiery wings,
Low hid in the valley the nightingale sings.

GOD spake the lion, steer, and horse,
Spring from the moisten'd clay,

While round the breast of mother earth
Bees hum and lambkins play.

They give life to the mountain, they swarm on the

plain,

But their eyes fix'd on earth must for ever remain.

GOD spake he look'd on earth and heaven

With mild and gracious eye;

In his own image man he made,
And gave him dignity:

He springs from the dust, the lord of the earth,
The chorus of heaven exult at his birth.

And now Creation's work was ended,

Man raised his head, he spoke :

The day of rest by God ordain'd,

The Sabbath morning broke.

GOD THE CREATOR.

"Remember thy Creator."-ECCLES. xii.

REMEMBER THY CREATOR,
Now in thy youthful days,

And let thy heart, an opening flower,
Breathe incense forth of praise.

Remember thy Creator,

For he hath thought of thee,

And brought thee from blank nothingness, This lovely earth to see.

Remember thy Creator,

At morn, at noon, at night, For he hath beauty, glory given, To charm and bless thy sight.

Remember thy Creator;

O'er thee his love abides,

His wisdom plans, his power sustains,
His bounteous hand provides.

Remember thy Creator,

In the sweet summer time
Of feelings warm, and in the glow
Of manhood's golden prime.

Remember thy Creator,

In all life's mirth, and glee,
And he shall in thy fading age
Still, still, remember thee.

And when thy sinking heart
Is in its autumn sear,

His light shall be about thy path
The falling leaf to cheer.

And when the wintry day

Round ebbing life shall fling

Her clouds and storms, his love shall wake

For thee a heavenly spring.

W. MARTIN.

HYMN OF THE CREATION.

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name;
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise

To swell th' inspiring theme.

Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair!

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your stirring frame,
And breathed the fluid air.

Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.

Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid!

Soon as grey evening gilds the plain,
Thou moon protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade.

Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,

Who call'd yon worlds from night: "Ye shades disperse," th' Eternal said: At once th' involving darkness fled, And nature sprang to light.

Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains,
United praise bestow;

Ye dragons, sound his awful name
To heaven aloud, and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.

Let every element rejoice;

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice,
To him who bade you roll!

His praise in soften'd notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul:

To him, ye graceful cedars bow;
Ye towering mountains bending low,
Your great Creator own:

Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,

And trembled at his frown.

Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects fluttering on the gale,
In mutual concert rise:

Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,
And waft its smiles a sweet perfume,
In incense to the skies.

Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and sing;
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise

To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.

Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heavenly praise employ:
Spread his tremendous name around.

Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy.

OGILVIE.

GOD THE CREATOR AND PRESERVER OF THE UNIVERSE.

PSALM XXIV. 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.

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 mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

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