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44. How blest thy creature is, O God
Hymn 44
How blest thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of thy word, The day–spring from on high!
Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things; The Sun of he eyes, With healing on his wings.
Struck by that light, the human heart, A barren soil no more; Sends the sweet smell of abroad, Where serpents lurked before.
The soul, a dreary province once Of Satan’s dark domain; Feels a new empire formed within, And owns a heav’nly reign.
The glorious orb, whose golden beams, The fruitful year control Since first obedient to thy word, He started from the goal;
Has cheered the nations, with the joys His orient rays impart But Jesus, ’tis thy light alone, Can shine upon the heart.