3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;

Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.

5 0 may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

6 Divine instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

II. CREATION.

HYMN 3.

1 GREAT first of beings! mighty Lord Of all this wondrous frame! Produc'd by thy creating word,

The world from nothing came.

2 Thy voice sent forth the high command,
'Twas instantly obey'd:

And through thy goodness all things stand
Which by thy pow'r were made.

3 Lord! for thy glory-shine the whole;
They all reflect thy light:

For this-in course the planets roll,
And day succeeds the night.

4 For this the sun disperses heat
And beams of cheering day;
And distant stars, in order set,
By night thy pow'r display.

5 For this-the earth its produce yields,
For this-the waters flow;

And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees aspiring grow.

6 Inspir'd with praise, our minds pursue
This wise and noble end-

That all we think, and all we do,
Shall to thine honour tend.

1 LET Heaven arise, let earth appear,
Proclaim'd th' Eternal Lord:

The heav'n arose, the earth appear'd,
At his creating word.

2 But formless was the earth, and void,
Dark, sluggish, and confus'd;
Till o'er the mass the Spirit mov'd,
And quick'ning pow'r diffus'd.
3 Then spake the Lord Omnipotent
The mandate, "Be there light:"
Light darted forth in vivid rays,
And scatter'd ancient night.

4 The glorious firmament he spread,
To part the earth and sky;
And fix'd the upper elements
Within their spheres on high.

5 He bade the seas together flow;
They left the solid land;

And herbs, and plants, and fruitful trees,
Sprung forth at his command.

6 Above, he form'd the stars; and plac'd
Two greater orbs of light;
The radiant sun to rule the day,
The moon to rule the night.

7 To all the varied living tribes

He gave their wondrous birth;
Some form'd within the wat'ry deep,
Some, from the teeming earth.

8 Then, chief o'er all his works below,
Man, honour'd man, was made;
His soul with God's pure image stamp'd,
With innocence array'd.

9 Completed now the mighty work,

God his creation view'd;

And, pleas'd with all that he had made,
Pronounc'd it " very good."

HYMN 5.

Psalm cxlviii.

Praise from Living Creatures.

1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay, Let each enraptur'd thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name:

(II. I.)

Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let ev'ry list'ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

3 Whate'er this living world contains,
That wings the air, or treads the plains,
United praise bestow;

Ye tenants of the ocean wide,
Proclaim him through the mighty tide,
And in the deeps below.

4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heavenly praise employ;
Spread HIS tremendous Name around,

While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
The gen❜ral burst of joy.

Praise from the Elements and Worlds.

1 YE fields of light, celestial plains, Where pure, serenc cffulgence reigns,

Ye scenes divinely fair,

Your Maker's wondrous pow'r proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire
The mighty chorus aid;

And, soon as ev'ning veils the plain,
Thou moon, prolong the hallow'd strain,
And praise him in the shade.

3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Proclaim the glories of thy God;

Ye worlds, declare his might;
He spake the word, and ye were made,
Darkness and dismal chaos fled,
And nature sprung to light,

4 Let every element rejoice;

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice
To him who bids you roll;

His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

HYMN 7.

Psalm xix.

(L. M.)

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

And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.
3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And, nightly, to the list'ning 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 hand that made us is divine."

III. PROVIDENCE.

HYMN 8.

1 ETERNAL source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee, sov'reign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the who.e:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.

3 The flow'ry spring at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

(L. M.)

4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning shade.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.

HYMN 9.
Psalm xxiii.

1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

8 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

HYMN 10.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!

2 O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

(IL. 3.)

(C. M.)