3

From every tongue,

Of grateful praise.

Thou source of light and heat,

Bright ruler of the day;

Dispensing blessings round,

With all diffusive ray :

From morn to night, With every beam,

Record his name,

Who gave thee light.

4 Thou moon, in radiance mild,

With all thy starry train,`

Which rise in shining hosts,

To gild th' etherial plain :

With countless rays, Declare his name,
Prolong the theme, Reflect his praise.

Ye clouds, or fraught with showers,
Or ting'd with various dies,

That pour your blessings down,
Or charm our gazing eyes:

His goodness speak, His praise declare,

As through the air

6

You shine or break.

Ye winds, that shake the world,

With tempests on your wing,
Or breathe in gentle gales,
To waft the smiling spring:
Proclaim aloud,

His sovereign' will,

As you fulfil

The powerful God.

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SECOND PART.

Ye rivers, as ye flow,

Convey your Maker's name,
Where'er you winding rove
On every silver stream.

Your cooling flood, His hand ordains,
To bless the plains;

1

Great spring of good!

Ye numerous bleating flocks,
Far spreading o'er the plain,
With gentle artless voice,
Assist the humble strain.

To give you food,

Its verdure yield

He bids the field
Extensive good.

3 Ye herds of nobler size,

Who graze in meads below;
Resound your Maker's praise,
In each responsive low.
You wait his hand;

The riv'let flows

The herbage grows,
At his command.

4 Ye feather'd warblers, come,
And bring your sweetest lays;
And tune the sprightly song
To your Creator's praise.

His work you are ;

And you rejoice

He tun'd your voice,

Beneath his care.

THIRD PART.

Ye trees, which form the shade,
Or bend the loaded bough
With fruits of sweetest taste,

Your Maker's bounty show.

From him you rose ;
And autumn suits

Your vernal suits

His hand bestows.

2

Ye lovely verdant fields,«
In all your green array,
Though silent, speak his praise,
Who makes you bright and gay.

While we in you,

Profusely spread,

With future bread,

His goodness view.

3 Ye flowers, which bloom around A thousand beauteous dies,

Your fragrant odours breathe,

A grateful sacrifice :

To him whose word Gave all your bloom
And sweet perfume; All bounteous Lord!
4 But, O, from human tongues
Should nobler praises flow;

And every thankful heart

With warm devotion glow.

Your voices raise,

Above the rest,

5

Ye highly blest,

Declare his praise.

Assist me, gracious.God,

My heart, my voice inspire;
Then shall I grateful join

The universal choir.

1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptur'd thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty name; Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound,
While all th' adoring throngs around
His wondrous mercy sing;

Let every listening saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the loudest string.

3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God,
Ye thunders, speak his power;
Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings,
In triumph rides the King of kings;
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.

4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

5 Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing ;
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise,
To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipt your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

6 Let man, by nobler passion's sway'd,
The feeling heart, the reas'ning head,
In heavenly praise employ ;
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound,
The general burst of joy.

B. WILLIAMS's Collection.

PSALM CXLIX. Particular Metre.

Thanksgiving.

1 O PRAISE ye the Lord,
Prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great
Assembly to sing.
In their great Creator
Let all men rejoice,
And heirs of salvation
Be glad in their King.
2 Let them his great name
Devoutly adore ;

In loud swelling strains
His praises express,
Who graciously opens
His bountiful store,
Their wants to relieve, and
His children to bless.

3 With glory adorn'd,
His people shall sing
To God, who defence
And plenty supplies;
Their loud acclamations
To him their great King,
Through earth shall be sounded,
And reach to the skies.

4 Ye angels above,

His glories who've sung,
In loftiest notes,

Now publish his praise :
We mortals, delighted,

Would borrow your tongue;

Would join in your numbers,
And chant to your lays

TATE, varied.