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From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High! * Earth from afar has heard thy fame,
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name; But, O! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 God is in heaven, but man below;
Be short our tunes; our words be few:
L. M. 14. The Spirituality of God, John Iv. 24. THOU art, O God! a spirit pure,
Invisible to mortal eyes; Th’immortal, and the eternal King,
The great, the good, the only wise.
Corrupt, decay, dissolve, and die,
Secure of immortality.
Can draw thy image spotless fair!
Can men th’immortal King compare! 4 Let stupid heathens frame their gods
Of gold, and silver, wood and stone;
Jehovah he, and God alone.
In truth and spirit him adore;
C. M. 15.
The Infinite. 1 SOME seraph lend your heavenly tongue, Or harp of golden string,
Tbat I may raise a lofty song,
To our Eternal King. 2 Thy names how infinite they be!
Great EVERLASTING One! Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin’d thy throne. 3 Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large thy grace; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes
And Gabriel veils his face. 4 Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound; An oceán of infinities
Where all our thoughts are drown'd 5 The myst’rics of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds; Thoughts can ascend above the sky
And fly before the winds; 6 Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole; But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul. 7 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee, But boundless inconceivables, And vast eternity!
L. M. 16.
God supreme and self-sufficient. 1 WHAT is our God, or what his name,
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach; He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reaca. 2 The spacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compar'd with him, how short they fall!
8 He spoke the wondrous word, and lo!
Creation rose at his command;
Bouod in the hollow of his hando 4 There rests the earth, there roll the spheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop;
The weight of his own glories up.
Measuring their changes by the moon:
His age is one eternal noon.
The lofty tune let Gabriel raise;
L. M. 17.
The Incomprehensibrity of Goa. 1 G LOD is a name my soul adores
Th’ Almighty Three, the Eternal One! Nature and grace, with all their powers,
Confess the Infinite unknown. 2 From thy great self thy being springs;
'Thou art thy own original, Made up of uncreated things,
And self-sufficience bears them all.
Bids the waves roar and planets shine;
Through all these spacious works of thine. . 4 Still restless nature dies and grows;
From change to change the creatures run:
And all thy vast designs are one.
Beneath thy feet we lie so far,
And see but shadows of thy face!
Who can approach consuming fame!
(306.) L. M. 18.
Unity of God. 1 ETERNAL God, almighty cause
Of earth, and seas and worlds unknown All things are subject to thy laws;
All things depend on thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands,
Of all within itself possest;
And in thyself completely blest. 3 To thee alone ourselves we owe;
Let heav'n and earth due homage pay: All other gods we disavow,
Deny their claims, renounce their sway 4 In thee, O Lord, our hope shall rest,
Fountain of peace and joy and love!
Without thee all would nothing prove. 5 Worship to thee alone belongs:
Worship to thee alone we give;
And to thy glory we would live. 6 Spread thy great name through heathen lands,
Their idol-cleities dethrone; Subdue the world to thy commands,
And reign as thou art, God alone. 19.
(29) L. M.
REA I God, in vain man's narrow vicw
Our lab'ring pow'rs with rev'rence own,
'Thy glories never can be known 2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought,
Who countless year's his God has sought,
Or fully trace thy boundless reind. 3 Yet, Lord, thy kindness deigns to show
Enough for mortal men to know; While wisdom, goodness, pow'r diving
Thro' all thy works and conduct shine. 4 0! may, our souls with rapture trace
Thy works of nature and of grace,
Press on to know and do thy will! 20.
(32.) C. M.
How frail and weak are we!
And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ére earth or heav'n was made; Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead. 3 Nature and time all open lie
To thine immense survey, from the formation of the sky;
To the last awful day.
Stands present to thy view.
Great God! there's nothing new. 6 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn,
And vex'd with trifling cares;