'2 All nature shows thy boundless love,
In worlds below, and worlds above;
But in thy blessed word, I trace
The richer glories of thy grace.

3 There, what delightful truths are given!
There Jesus shows the way to heaven;
His name salutes my listening ear,
Revives my heart, and checks my fear.

4 There Jesus bids our sorrows cease,
And gives the labouring conscience peace ;
Raises our grateful feelings high,
And points to mansions in the sky.

5 For love like this, O may our song
Through endless years thy praise prolong;
And distant climes thy name adore,

Till time and nature are no more!

cheer the dark and silent night, And cheer the dark and silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would rend my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And look the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But oh! when that blessed morn is come,
Which breaks the slumbers of the tomb,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!

Praise him in his noble acts, Praise him according to his