XXI. PRAISE TO GOD FROM ALL NATURE. 1 O AZURE Vaults! O crystal sky! The world's transparent canopy! Break your long silence, and let mortals know With what contempt you look on things below. 2 O light! thou fairest, first of things, From whom all joy, all beauty springs; O praise the almighty Ruler of the globe, Who useth thee as his imperial robe. 3 Great eye of all! whose glorious ray Rules the bright empire of the day; O praise his name, without whose purer light, 4 Ye moon and planets! who dispense 6 Praise him, ye monsters of the deep, At whose command the foaming billows roar; Yet know their limits, tremble, and adore. 7 Praise him, old monuments of time! 8 Let the wide world his praises sing, From whom its various blessings spring; Let echoing anthems make his praises known, On earth his footstool, as in heaven his throne. XXII. FALLEN is thy throne, O Israel; Thy children weep in chains. Where are the dews that fed thee XXIII. THE CHRISTIAN ISRAEL. 1 0 PRAISE our great and glorious Lord, To strains of joy tune every chord, Tell how he led his chosen race 2 He gave the shadowing cloud by day, The same clear light to guide our feet, 3 We, too, have manna from above, 'The bread that came from Heaven ;' A rock we have from whence the spring "That rock is Christ,' our Priest, our King, Who life and health bestows. 4 O let us prize this blessed food, And safely reach that happy shore, XXIV. SONG OF SIMEON.-Luke ii. 29. 1 'Tis enough-the hour is come; 2 Since at length my aged eye 3 Sun of Righteousness, to Thee, XXV. FOR CHRISTMAS. THOU Child divine, Immanuel, Welcome unto thy humble manger, With heartfelt joy thy birth we hail, And greet with songs the heavenly stranger; Our doubts and fears and sadness Hosanna! Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! XXVI. Go forth to the mount, bring the olive branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our freedom is come! From that day when the moon, upon Ajalon's vale Looking motionless down, saw the kings of the earth In the presence of God's mighty champion grow pale, Oh never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the mount, bring the olive branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our freedom is come! |