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PRAISE THE PECULIAR DUTY OF MAN.
LORD of the world's majestic frame !
Stupendous are thy ways; Thy various works declare thy name,
And all resound thy praise.
While all the radiant orbs of light,
That shine from pole to pole, In silent harmony unite
To praise thee as they roll ;
O! shall not we of human race
The glorious concert join? Shall not the children of thy grace
Attempt the theme divine ?
Not all the feeble notes of time
Can show forth God's high praise ; Nor all the noblest strains sublime
That earth or heav'n can raise.
Yet this shall be our best employ,
Through life's uncertain days; And in the realms of boundless joy,
Eternal be thy praise !
Sing to the LORD with joyful voice ;
Nations, attend before his throne
We are the people of his care,
We'll sing thy love in thankful songs;
Wide as the world is thy command !
GREATEST of beings, source of life,
Rais’d by thy band, the morning sun
The moon, to the deep shades of night, Speaks the mild lustre of thy name; While all the stars, that cheer the scene, Thee, the great LORD of light, proclaim.
And groves, and vales, and rocks, and hills,
But man was form'd to rise to heav'n;
The spacious firmament on high,
Th' unwearied sun from day to day
Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
Whilst all the stars which round her burn,
In reason's ear these all rejoice,
Ye nations round the earth, rejoice
his glories sing.
II The LORD is GOD: 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give : We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live.
Enter his doors with songs of joy,
The LORD is good; the LORD is kind;