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Ye glitt'ring planets of the sky,
With him the song pursue;
The light he lends to you.
Ye show'rs and dews, whose moisture shed
To him your praises yield,
And crowns the laughing field.
With us confess your God;
Come flying all abroad.
To his superior pow'r,
And gives its strength to roar.
The drooping world to cheer,
And guide the circling year.
Ye frosts, that bind the watry plain,
Pursue the heav'nly theme;
And stops the rapid stream.
Ye days and nights, that swiftly borne
Alternate glide away,
But, present, gives the day.
Involve the dusky globe; Praise him, who, when the heav'ns he spread, Darkness his thick pavilion made,
And light his regal robe. Praise him, ye lightnings, as ye fly Wing'd with his vengeance through the sky,
And red with wrath divine; Praise him, ye clouds that wand'ring stray, Or, fix'd by him, in close array
Surround his awful shrine.
Exalt, О Earth! thy Heav'nly King,
With annual verdure bloom;
And bless thy fertile wombe
Ye mountains, that ambitious rise,
Revere his awful nod;
And own’d th' approaching God.
In native beauty reign;
And clothes the smiling plain.
Ye secret springs, ye gentle rills,
Or fill the humble vale;
And form'd a springing well.
Praise him, ye floods, and seas profound, Whose waves the spacious earth surround,
And roll from shore to shore :
And tremble and adore.
Remote from human eye,
Ye languish, faint, and die.
Ye birds, exalt our Maker's name;
Your artless lays improve;
And fill the vocal grove.
Praise him, ye beasts, that nightly roam Amid the salutary gloom,
Th’expected prey to seize : Ye slaves of the laborious plough, Your stubborn necks submissive bow,
And bend your wearied knees. Ye sons of men, his praise display, Who stamp'd his image on your clay,
And gave it pow'r to move : Ye that in Judah's confines dwell, From age to age successive tell
The wonders of his love.
Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,
And bend attention down;
So sweet, so like their own.
And you your thankful voices join,
Before his altars kneel;
The dictates of his will.
Ye spirits of the just and good,
To heavenly mansions soar ;
And time shall be no more!
Praise him, ye meek and humble train,
The boundless bliss to share ;
And reign for ever there!
Let us, who now impassive stand,
Amid the fiery blaze ;
In hymns of endless praise
PART OF THB NINÉTIETH PSALM.
O thou, the first, the greatest friend,
Of all the human race!
Their stay and dwelling place!
Before the mountains heav'd their heads
Beneath thy forming hand, Before this pond'rous globe itself
Arose at thy command ;