Hymn CLX. Common Metre. Creation and Providence

Lord when my raptur'd tho't surveys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid my soul adore.

Where'er I turn my gazing eyes Thy radiant footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise And speak the hand divine.

The living tribes of countless forms, In earth and sea and air; The meanest flies, the smallest worms, Almighty power declare.

All rose to life at thy command, And wait their daily food, From thy paternal, bounteous hand, Exhaustless spring of good!

The meads, array'd in beauteous green, With wholesome herbage crown'd; The fields with corn, a richer scene, Spread thy full bounties round.

The fruitful tree, the blooming flower, In varied charms appear; Their varied charms display thy power, Thy goodness all declare.

The sun's productive quick'ning beams The growing verdure spread; Refreshing rains and cooling streams His gentle influence aid.

The moon and stars his absent light Reflect with borrow'd rays; And deck the sable veil of night And speak their maker's praise.