THE LANGUAGE OF B1RDS» 
HYMN. 
The God of nature and of grace 
In all his works appears ; 
His goodness through the earth we trace 
His grandeur in the spheres. 
Behold this fair and fertile globe. 
By him in wisdom planned ; 
^Twas he who girded, like a robe, 
The ocean round the land. 
Lift to the firmament your eye, 
Thither his path pursue ; 
His glory, boundless as the sky. 
Overwhelms the wond'ring view. 
Here on the hills he feeds his herds. 
His flocks on yonder plains ; 
His praise is warbled by the birds, — 
Oh, could we catch their strains ! 
Mount with the lark, and bear our song 
Up to the gates of light ; 
Or, with the nightingale, prolong 
Our numbers through the night. 
