This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1825 edition. Excerpt: ...themselves unable worthily to express the stupendous goodness. Praise him, ye insects that crawl on the ground; who, though high above all height, humbled himself to dwell in dust. Birds of the air, waft on your wings, and warble in your notes, his praise, who, though Lord of the celestial abodes, while sojournjng on earth wanted a shelter commodious as your nests. Ye rougher world of brutes, join with the gentle songsters of the shade, and howl to him your hoarse applause, who breaks the jaw-bones of the infernal lion, who softens into mildness the savage disposition, and bids the wolf lie down in amicable agreement with the lamb. Bleat out, ye hills; let broader lows be responsive from the vales; ye forests catch, and ye rocks retain, the inarticulate hymn; because Messiah the Prince feeds his flock like a shepherd: he gathers the lambs with his arm, he carries them in his bosom, and gently leads those that are with young; Isa. xl. 11. Wave, ye stately cedars, in sign of worship, wave your branching heads to him, who meekly bowed his own on the accursed tree. Pleasing prospects, scenes of beauty, where nicest art conspires with lavish nature to form a paradise below; lay forth all your charms, and in all your charms confess yourselves a mere blank compared with his ami-ableness, who is the " fairest among ten thousand, and altogether lovely." Drop down, ye showers, and testify as you fall, testify of his grace, which descends more copiously than the rain, distils more sweetly than the dew. Let sighing gales breathe, and murmuring rivulets flow--breathe and flow, in harmonious consonance to him, whose spirit is far more reviving than the cooling breeze, who is himself the fountain of living waters. Ye lightnings, blaze to his honour: ye...
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