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poems.
GOD IS HERE.
"All Thy works praise Thee.'"
Go forth and view the boundless sky
Array'd in glorious hues on high;
Behold the stars that shine above;—
All, all proclaim that "God is love."
For nature's voice in ev'ry tone
Gives glory to our God alone,
And all his works proclaim his pow'r,
E'en to the humblest wild-wood flow'r.
His voice is heard in all that here
From nature's harp falls on the ear.
The roaring thunder speaks his might;
The sun that rises warm and bright;
The moon, whose soft and beauteous ray
Succeeds the splendours of the day;
The ocean's sigh, and cat'ract's roar;
The music on the streamlet's shore;
The boundless forest's deep repose;
The beauties of the evening's close;
The very air that passes by
A feeling sweet brings with its sigh,
That calms the stormy, trembling breast
Like some sweet spirit whisp'ring rest.
All speak this truth that God is here;
Array'd in glorious hues on high;
Behold the stars that shine above;—
All, all proclaim that "God is love."
For nature's voice in ev'ry tone
Gives glory to our God alone,
And all his works proclaim his pow'r,
E'en to the humblest wild-wood flow'r.
His voice is heard in all that here
From nature's harp falls on the ear.
The roaring thunder speaks his might;
The sun that rises warm and bright;
The moon, whose soft and beauteous ray
Succeeds the splendours of the day;
The ocean's sigh, and cat'ract's roar;
The music on the streamlet's shore;
The boundless forest's deep repose;
The beauties of the evening's close;
The very air that passes by
A feeling sweet brings with its sigh,
That calms the stormy, trembling breast
Like some sweet spirit whisp'ring rest.
All speak this truth that God is here;