But Spring revives their hopes again, And breathes new life through every vein. 4 How emblematic of that day, The glorious resurrection morn, When, decked in brighter robes than May, In robes that angel hosts adorn, The soul, redeemed, shall burst its tomb, And in immortal glory bloom! GOD'S WORKS PRAISE HIM. HYMN 71. H. M. [#] Glory of God's Works. 1 YE realms below the skies, 2 Give glory to the Lord, Ye kindreds of the earth; Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim, 3 'Tis he the mountains crowns "Tis he old ocean bounds, And heaves her roaring tide ; 4 Still let the waters roar, As round the earth they roll; They sound, from pole to pole. 5 His praise, ye worlds on high, When silent night appears. HYMN 72. S. M. [#] Praise to the Creator. 1 ALMIGHTY MAKER, God, 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays; In thousand forms her ways express 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too : Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the homage due. 4 In joy, O, let me spend The remnant of my days; HYMN 73. C. M. [#] Works of God.. 1 Lo, what a speaking lustre shines 2 The heavens, adorned with moon and stars, Express his glorious skill; The day his strong impression bears; 3 Their language through the earth is heard ; One all-extending voice Proclaims the cheering, peaceful word, 4 Behold yon glowing, radiant sun, 5 Such is thy law, O God of grace, A law of love, and truth, and peace, 6 Nor shall its moral light grow dim, The present, gentle, rising beam HYMN 74. C. M. [#] Grandeur of God's Works. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir, Who fill the realms above; Praise him who formed you of his fire, 2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, Or veil the lustre of your eyes 3 Thou central globe of golden light, To own your 4 Blush, and refund the honours paid Tell the blind world your orbs are fed 5 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud HYMN 75. C. M. [#] God controls the Seas. 1 THY works of glory, mighty Lord, The sons of courage shall record, 2 At thy command the winds arise, 3 Then to the Lord they raise their cries; 4 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, Now to their eyes the port appears; 5 O that the sons of men would praise HYMN 76. L. M. [#] Protection of God on the Deep. 1 WOULD you behold the works of God, 2 They leave their native shores behind, 3 When land is far, and death is nigh, |