C. M.

142.

STERNHOLD.

The Majesty of God. Psalm 18.

1 THE Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.

2 On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode;

And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

3 He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;

And he as sovereign Lord and King For evermore shall reign.

C. M.

1 THY way,

O God! is in the sea;

Thy paths I cannot trace,

Nor comprehend the mystery

Of thine unbounded grace.

2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
My inward thoughts confound.

3 As, through a glass, I dimly see
The wonders of thy love,

How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above!

Though but in part I know thy will,
I bless thee for the sight:
Soon will thy love the whole reveal
In glory's clearer light.

5 In rapture shall I then survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

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144.

God Omnipresent.

WATTS.

WITHIN thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

2 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

3 O may these thoughts possess my breast,
'Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

Power and Majesty of God. Psalm 89.

1 WITH reverence let the saints appear, And bow before the Lord;

His high commands with reverence hear And tremble at his word.

2 How terrible thy glories be!
How bright thine armies shine!
Where is the power that vies with thee?
Or truth compared with thine?

3 The northern pole and southern rest
On thy supporting hand;

Darkness and day from east to west
Move round at thy command.

4 Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep;

Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

5 Justice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet wondrous is thy grace;

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While truth and mercy, joined in one,
Invite us near thy face.

C. M.

146.

WATTS.

The Omniscience of God. Psalm 139.

1 LORD, thou, with an unerring beam,
Surveyest all my powers;

My rising steps are watched by thee;
By thee, my resting hours.

a My thoughts, scarce struggling into birth,
Great God, are known to thee;
Abroad, at home, still I'm inclosed
With thine immensity.

3 To thee the labyrinths of my life
In open view appear;

Nor steals a whisper from my lips
Without thy listening ear.

4 Behind I glance, and thou art there,
Before me shines thy name;
And 't is thy strong, almighty hand
Sustains my tender frame.

5 Such knowledge mocks the vain essays
Of my astonished mind;
Nor can my reason's soaring eye
Its towering summit find.

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147.

WATTS.

The Omnipresence of God. Psalm 139.

1 WHERE from thy Spirit shall I stretch The pinions of my flight?

Or where, through nature's spacious range, Shall I elude thy sight?

2 Scaled I the skies, the blaze divine
Would overwhelm my soul:

Plunged I to hell, there should I hear
Thine awful thunders roll.

3 If on a morning's darting ray
With matchless speed I rode,
And flew to the wild, lonely shore,
That bounds the ocean's flood,

4 Thither thine hand, all-present God!
Must guide the wondrous way,
And thine Omnipotence support
The fabric of my clay.

5 Should I involve myself around
With clouds of tenfold night,

The clouds would shine like blazing noon Before thy piercing sight.

6 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee;

O may I ne'er provoke that Power
From which I cannot flee.

L. M.

148.

MRS. STEELE.

God revealed in Nature.

1 THERE is a God, all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies.
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When the first beams of morning rise.

2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame
Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3 For man and beast, here daily food
In wide, diffusive plenty grows;
And there, for drink, the crystal flood
In streams sweet winding gently flows.

4 The flowery tribes all blooming rise
Above the faint attempts of art;
Their bright, inimitable dyes

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

5 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of the God,
And bow before him, and adore.