PARAPHRASE
.
"
The
day
is
thine
,
the
night
also
is
thine
;
thou
hast
prepared
the
light
and
the
sun
.
"
Thou
hast
set
all
the
borders
of
the
earth
;
thou
hast
made
summer
and
winter
.
"
Psalm
lxxiv
,
16
,
17.
I.
MY
GOD
!
all
nature
owns
thy
sway
,
Thou
giv'st
the
night
,
and
thou
the
day
!
When
lovely
thy
creation
wakes
,
When
morning
,
rich
in
lustre
,
breaks
,
And
bathes
in
dew
the
op'ning
flower
,
To
thee
we
owe
her
fragrant
hour
;
And
when
she
pours
her
choral
song
,
Her
melodies
to
thee
belong
!
II
.
Or
when
,
in
paler
tints
array'd
,
The
evening
slowly
spreads
her
shade
;
That
soothing
shade
,
that
grateful
gloom
,
Can
,
more
than
day's
enliv'ning
bloom
,
Still
every
fond
and
vain
desire
,
And
calmer
,
purer
,
thoughts
inspire
;
From
earth
the
pensive
spirit
free
,
And
lead
the
soften'd
heart
to
Thee
.
III
.
In
every
scene
thy
hands
have
drest
,
In
every
form
by
thee
imprest
,
On
the
hoar
mountain's
awful
head
,
Or
where
the
shelt'ring
woods
are
spread
;
In
every
note
that
swells
the
gale
,
Or
passing
stream
that
cheers
the
vale
;
The
cavern's
depth
,
or
echoing
grove
,
A
voice
is
heard
of
praise
and
love
.
IV
.
As
o'er
thy
work
the
seasons
roll
,
And
soothe
with
change
of
bliss
the
soul
,
O
,
never
may
their
smiling
train
Pass
o'er
the
human
scene
in
vain
:
But
oft
,
as
on
the
charm
we
gaze
,
Attune
the
raptur'd
heart
to
praise
;
And
be
the
joys
that
most
we
prize
,
The
joys
that
from
thy
favour
rise
!