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OF THE THREE CHILDREN
Ye works of God, on him alone,
Be all your praise bestow'd;
And saw that all was good.
Ye angels, who with loud acclaim
And haild th' eternal King;
And touch the tuneful string.
Praise him, ye bright etherial Plains,
To fix his awful throne;
Oh make his praises known.
Thrones, dominations, virtues, pow'm,
With us your voices raise :
Hymns of eternal praise.
Celestial orb, whose pow'rful ray
Whose influence all things own;
As thine the paler moon.
Ye glittering planets of the sky,
With him the song purstie;
The light he lends to you.
Ye show'rs and dews, whose moisture slie:}
To him your praises yield;
And crowns the laughing field.
Ye winds that oft iempestuous sweep
With us confess your God:
Comes flying all abroad.
Ye foods of fire, whene'er ye flow,
To his superior pow'r;
And gives it strength to roar.
Ye Summer's heat and Winter's cold,
The drooping world to cheer;
And guide the circling year.
Ye frosts that bind the wat'ry 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.
Light, from whose rays all beauty springs,
Involve the dusky globe:
And light his regal robe.
Praise him, ye lightnings, as ye fiy,
Anu red with wrath divine;
array, Surround his awful sbrine,
EXALT, Ú carth, thy heav'nly King,
With annual verdure bloom;
And bless thy fertile womb.
Revere his awful nod;
And own'd th' approaching God.
In native beauty reign ;
And clothes the thankful plain.
Or fill the humbler vale;
And forined a springing well.
And roll from shore to shore;
uds within your channels glide,
Ye whales, that in the ocean play,
In shoals unnumber'd lie;
Ye sicken, faint, and die.
Ye birds, exalt your Maker's name, Begin, and with the important theme
Your artlcss lays improve; Wake with your songs the rising day, Let music sound from every spray,
Ind fill the vocal grove.
Praise him, ye beasts, that nightly rren Amid the solitary gloom,
Th' expected prey to seize; Ye slaves of the laborious plough, Your stubborn necks obsequious bow,
And bend your wearied knees.
Ye sons of men, his praise display, Who stampt his image on your cay, 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 attentive down;
so sweet, so like their own.