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GOD WORSHIPPED IN HIS WORKS.
“The heavens declare the glory of God: and the firmament
showeth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and
night unto night showeth knowledge. There is no speech nor
language where their voice is not heard.”
—Ps. xix., 1, 2, 3.
Men use a different speech in different climes,
But Nature hath one voice, and only one.
Her wandering moon, her stars, her golden sun,
Her woods and waters, in all lands and times,
In one deep song proclaim the wondrous story.
They tell it to each other in the sky,
Upon the winds they send it sounding high,
Jehovah's wisdom, goodness, power, and glory.
I hear it come from mountain, cliff, and tree,
Ten thousand voices in one voice united;
On every side the song encircles me,
The whole round world reveres and is delighted.
Ah! why, when heaven and earth lift up their voice,
Ah! why should man alone nor worship nor rejoice?
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