Creator of the heaven and earth,
The angels sing!

To him all praise and glory bring;
His power
Adore,

From which all things had birth,
By which they still stand forth
In beauty glad,

With heav'nly radiance clad.

Praise, praise His ever-flowing love,

That brightens all below and gladdens all above.

3 "Let there be light,"-'twas He that spoke,— "And there was light."

"Let there be light," 'twas He that spoke,And the long night

At His divine command took flight.

The ray

Of day

O'er the deep darkness broke;

The sleeping world awoke :

Earth, sea and sky

Burst forth in praises high

To Him who made the light to be:

[He!

He is the Light of light, and there is none but

II.

ANOTHER OF THE SAME.

1 OUR God is good, and he is great,
Around His throne the angels wait:
He made the sun with beams so bright,
He made the moon which shines by night,-
The glittering skies that look so fair,
With every star that sparkles there.

2 The mountains and the rocks he made, And all the hills in order laid:

He poured the water in the seas;

He made the grass, the herbs the trees,-
The valleys and the fields so fair,
And every flower that blossoms there.

3 The lion and the tiger bold,
The sheep and cattle of the fold;
The little birds that sweetly sing,
The insect with its beauteous wing;
The fishes-all we see that's fair

Or good,-He made, and placed them there.

III.

"And God saw everything that He had made, and behold it was very good.”—Gen. i. 81.

1 How goodly is the earth!

Look round about and see
The green and fruitful field,

The mighty branched tree,

The little flowers out-spread
In such variety.

Behold the lovely things
That float on airy wings;
Behold the radiant isles

With which old ocean smiles;
The clouds that lie at rest
Upon the noon-day's breast:
Behold all these, and know
How goodly is the earth!

2 How goodly is the earth!

Its mountain-tops behold;
Its rivers broad and strong,
Its forests dark and old,
Its wealth of flocks and herds,

Its precious stones and gold.

Behold the seasons run
Obedient to the sun;

The gracious showers descend,-
Life springing without end,-
By day the glorious light,
The starry pomp by night:
Behold all these, and know

How goodly is the earth!

3 How goodly is the earth!
Yet, if this earth be made
So goodly, wherein all

That is, shall droop and fade,
Wherein the glorious light

Hath still its darkening shade
Where trouble dims the eye,
Where sin hath mastery;

How much more bright and fair

Will be that region where

The Saints of God shall rest

With Jesus, and be blest;

Where pain is not, nor death,

The Paradise of God!

IV.

"Enoch walked with God."-Gen. v. 24.

1 OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord ?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd,
How sweet their mem❜ry still!

But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return!
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be,