A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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The air he breathes, the ground he treads, the trees,

The flowers, the grass, the sands, each wind that blows,

All speak of God; throughout one voice agrees,

And eloquent His dread existence shows:

Blind to thyself, ah! see Him, fool, in these.

Anon.

My God, to Thee belong

Incense of praise and hallowed song;

To Thee be all the glory given

Of all my mercies under heaven;