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| HYMN

These, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring
Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm;
Echo the mountains round: the forest smiles;
And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Then comes the glory in the Summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then the sun
Shoots full perfection through the swelling year :
And oft The voice in dreadful thunder speaks :
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, .
By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms.
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll’d.
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing,

Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world atore, 14:. And humblest Nature with the northern blast.

Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine; Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combined ; Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade; And all so forming an harmonious whole; That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring : Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature'; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.

Nature, attend ! join, every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and, ardent, raise One general song! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes : Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms ! Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. 152?*** And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, 19"iso Who shake the astonish'd-world, lift high to heaven The’ impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.

His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills sri si
And let me catch it as I muse along.
Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound ;-;-
Ye softer floods, that lead the humid mạze '.
Along the yale; and thou, majestic main,
A secret world of wonders in thyself,
Sound His stupendous praise; whose greater voice
Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,
In mingled clouds to Him; whose sun exalts,
Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave to Him;
Breathe your

still

song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy CREATOR, ever pouring wide, From world to world the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise. The Thunder rolls: be hush'd the prostrate world : While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills :

:ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise; for the GREAT SHEPHERD reigas; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come.. Ye woodlands all, awake ; a boundless song i.

Burst from the groves li and when the restless day,
Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Tun DA
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The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, 1-7,11
At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all,' ,!,!
Crown the great hymn; in swarming cities vast, I;
Assembled men, to the deep organ join' L'ISL,'S
The long resounding voice, oft breaking clear, "rom
At solemn pauses, through the swelling base; ''
And as each mingling flame increases each, . .
In one united ardour rise to heaven.! 'ot..",-vli
Or if you rather choose the rural shade, .
And find a fane in every sacred grove;
There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay,
The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre,
Still sing the God of SEASONS, as they roll!
For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray
Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams,
Or Winter rises in the blackening east;
Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more,
And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat !

Should fate command me to the furthest verge
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,
Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me:
Since God is ever present, ever felt bas,

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