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<h2>ALL NATURE’S WORKS HIS PRAISE DECLARE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” Psalm 19:1</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_ware_hjr.jpg" alt="Henry Ware, Jr. (1794-1843)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_ware_h.html" target="_blank">Henry Ware, Jr.</a>, 1822. Ware wrote this hymn for a service dedicating a new organ (see the last stanza).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Bethlehem,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_f_i_fink_gw.html" target="_blank">Gottfried Wilhelm Fink</a>, 1842 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_bethlehe.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>All nature’s works His praise declare, to Whom they all belong;<br>
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There is a voice in every star, in every breeze a song.<br>
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Sweet music fills the world abroad with strains of love and power;<br>
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The stormy sea sings praise to God, the thunder and the shower.</p>
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<p>To God the tribes of ocean cry, and birds upon the wing;<br>
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To God the powers that dwell on high their tuneful tribute bring.<br>
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Like them, let us the throne surround, with them loud chorus raise,<br>
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While instruments of loftier sound assist our feeble praise.</p>
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<p>Great God, to Thee we consecrate our voices and our skill;<br>
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We bid the pealing organ wait to speak alone Thy will.<br>
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Lord, while the music round us floats may earth born passions die;<br>
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O grant its rich and swelling notes may lift our souls on high!</p>
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