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God praised in all his works.
Thou art, O Lord, the boundless source,
Whence all our thousand blessings flow;
And nature, through her endless course,
Proclaims thy love to all below;
While all above join in the strain
Of ceaseless praises to thy name.
2 The sun on golden chariot rides,
And sends to earth his rays of light;
While darkness from his brightness hides,
And vanishes from human sight;
This sunlight, when it comes to earth,
Declares thy goodness gave it birth.
3 The moon and stars, that rule at night,
And smile upon this world of wrong,
Bear on each trembling chord of light
The notes of this sweet, sacred song;
“Thou, Lord, didst make all things that move;
All are the creatures of thy love.”
4 Then help my poor, unworthy heart
To join aloud in nature’s praise;
And may my song, in every part,
Proclaim the wonders of thy ways;
And when I reach the heavenly plains,
I’ll sing thy love in nobler strains.
W. T. Moore.