Let us, therefore, warble forth For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. VIII. BLESSED be thy name for ever, Thou of life the Guard and Giver! Of the desert and the ocean, Of the mountain, rock, and river, Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest, Of midnight gloom, and dawning day, Like breathings of eternity; God of life! that fade shall never, THE spacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 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. What though in solemn silence all "The hand that made us is divine!" WONDROUS truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in the stars above; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love. Bright and glorious is that revelation Written all over this great world of ours; Making evident our own creation In these stars of earth, these golden flowers. Every where about us are they glowing : Some, like stars, to tell us Spring is born; Others, their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing, Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn. And with childlike, credulous affection, 775305 A THERE'S life abroad;-from each green tree A busy murmur swells; The bee is up at early dawn Stirring the cowslip-bells. There's motion in the lightest leaf There's life abroad; -the silvery threads Where'er their wanton flight they take, Proclaim that life is there. And bubbles on the quiet lake, And yonder music sweet, And stirrings in the rustling leaves, All speak of life; and louder still The world's incessant din: There's life without; and, better far, Within there's life and power, And liberty of heart and mind GREATEST of beings, Source of life, But man was formed to rise to heaven, And glows with rapture at the sight. Nor can the thousand songs that rise, Greatest of beings, Source of life, |