REGENT SQUARE 8. 7. 8. 7. 4. 7. Henry Smart, 1866 4 God the Lord a king re- main eth, Robed in His own glorious light; God hath robed Him, and He reign- eth; He hath gird - ed Him with might. O ver the heavens He spreads His cloud, And wa ters veil the sky. He sends His showers of blessing down Το cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in val-leys grow. A-men. Are sent from heav'n above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord for all 1 WE plough the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered The warmth to swell the grain, All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord 2 He only is the Maker Of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower,. He lights the evening star; By Him the birds are fed; 3 We thank Thee, then, O Father, For all Thy love imparts, But that which Thou desirest, Our humble, thankful hearts. Matthias Claudius, 1782; tr. Jane M. Campbell, 1861 Th'un- wearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's pow'r dis-play, 1 And pub-lish- es to ev'ry land The work of an al-might-y hand. A-men. 1 HE spacious firmament on high, THE With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Th' unwearied sun from day to day 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, Whilst all the stars that round her burn, 3 What though, in solemn silence, all |