BAXTER'S POEMS. Praise him for nature's glorious frame, It's open to your . [clearest] vie'Y, . Sun, moon, and stars; declare his name· Their [rapid] motion's known to you. Prais~ Christ, the churches glorious king ·: He ·s still .your life, [your joy, [ your food, He did you to that glory bring: . [You drink] th_e wine bought \"ith.his blood. Praise ye the Holy Spirit's grace, And all his [!toly] works of love : He fitted you to see. God's face, And set your hearts [on things] above. You holy souls, and angels all Bless, [praise and] magnify the Lord, Ascend my soul ; thy God doth call : And with this [lteat,enly] choiraccord. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One [only] GOD in persons three, All honour, glory, thanks, and praise, Now and for ever [rend'1·ed] be. PRAISE FOR GOD'S WORD. 0 BLESSED be that glorious sun, Wl!O shines [to man] with ludd beams, Lightning our darkness by his word, Refreshing souls with [living] streams. Darkness the devil's kingdom is, To which he drew frail [sinning] man ;
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