I gO BAXTER'S POEMS, ' "rhe Heav'ns above, the earth below, [Daily] apparent to our sight, To mortal man do clearly shew Thy [peJfect] knowledge, love, and migh t . This earth stands by thy pow'rful will; Its [massy] bulk thou dost sustain : With thy rich store thou dost it fill, And what thou mak'st [thou dost] maintain. The various p1ants, delightful flowers, The [comely] verdure clothe the g1 ouuds : Warm'd by the sun, fed with thy show'rs, With [pleasant] fruits the earth abounds. On these more noble creatures live, ·. The [divers] beasts, the fruitful herbs : They all receive what thou dost give; So do the [beauteous] singing birds. Over all these thou placest man In thy own [holy] image form'd, To serve thee as none of these can, With [highed faculties adorn'd. The dreadful waves, the ocean deep, Thou [mad'st and] perfectly dost know : There fish of all sorts thou dost keep, With [life and] food we know not how. Vast unseen airs, strong dreadful winds, Thy [lightnings] thunders, rain, and snow, Constrain e'en careless sinners' minds Of God [most high] to stand in awe.
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