The Seasons Are Fixed by Wisdom Divine

The sea­sons are fixed by wis­dom di­vine

The slow-chang­ing moon shows forth God’s de­sign;

The sun in his cir­cuit his mak­er ob­eys

And run­ning his jour­ney hastes not nor de­lays.

The Lord makes the night

when

leav­ing their lair

The li­ons creep forth

God’s boun­ty to share;

The Lord makes the morn­ing

when beasts steal away

And men are be­gin­ning the work of the day.

How ma­ny and wise Thy works are

O Lord!

The earth with the wealth of wis­dom is stored;

The sea bears in safe­ty the ships to and fro

And crea­tures un­numbered it shel­ters be­low.

Thy crea­tures all look to Thee for their food;

Thy hands op­en wide

they ga­ther the good;

Thy face Thou con­ceal­est

in ang­uish they yearn;

Their breath Thou with­hold­est

to dust they re­turn.

Thy Spir­it

O Lord

makes life to ab­ound

The earth is re­newed

and fruit­ful the ground;

To God as­cribe glo­ry and wis­dom and might

Let God in His crea­tures for­ev­er de­light.

Before the Lord’s might earth trem­bles and quakes

The mount­ains are rent

and smoke from them breaks;

The Lord I will wor­ship through all of my days

Yea

while I have be­ing my God I will praise.

Rejoicing in God

my thought shall be sweet

While sin­ners depart in ru­in com­plete;

My soul

bless Je­ho­vah

His name be ad­ored

Come

praise Him

ye peo­ple

and wor­ship the Lord.