HYMN.
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All nature shows, in various views, Her great Creator’s praise; The birds they sing, while on the wing, In soft and pleasing lays. The trees look gay, and seem to say, “There is a God above;” The sun’s bright beams, and liquid streams, Say, “We are ruled by love.” The bleating flocks, with happy looks, Say “God deigned us to feed;” Without his power, there’s not an hour But we should comforts need. And if the herds, and trees, and birds, All join to praise God’s name, It must not be that such as we Forbear to do the same.
