2 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

3

His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

4 The pity of the Lord

5

To those that fear his name
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

6 But thy compassions, Lord!
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

L. M.

163.

BOWRING.

From Everlasting to Everlasting thou art God.

1 LORD, in the unbeginning years,

Whose course is wrapped in trackless night,
Ere thou hadst launched the heavenly spheres,
Or waked this wandering world to light,-
What were thy words, and works? and how
Didst thou thy glorious march record?
For thou wert great and good as now,
Of love the Source, of light the Lord.

2 And in the unending ages, far
Beyond the utmost reach of mind,
When all that is, and all that are,
Shall leave not e'en a wreck behind,
O, what shall be thy bright career,
Lord of the eternal, changeless will?
Thou wilt be there supreme, as here,
All-wise, all-good, almighty still!

3 Yes! shrouded in the mystery,-
The past, the future's dark abyss,-
Bright clouds of splendor circle thee
And light thy path from bliss to bliss.
This is our faith, our hope, our trust,
Through thought's immeasurable range:
Time is a dream, and man is dust;
But thou but thou canst never change.

C. M.

164.

MONTGOMERY.

The Earth full of the Goodness of God.

1 GOD, in the high and holy place,
Looks down upon the spheres ;
Yet in his providence and grace
To every eye appears.

2 The forests in his strength rejoice:
Hark! on the evening breeze,

As once of old, the Lord God's voice
Is heard among the trees.

3 His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth,

That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers, And rings with infant mirth.

4 If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will Paradise be found!

L. M.

165.

TATE & BRADY

Eternity and Sovereignty of God. Psalm 93.

1 WITH glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

2 How surely stablished is thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see;
For thou, O Lord! and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

3 The floods, O Lord! lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

Thy promise, Lord! is ever sure;
And they that in thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.

C. M.

166.

WATTS.

The Divine Glories above our Reason.

1 How wondrous great, how glorious bright,

Must our Creator be,

Who dwells amidst the dazzling light

Of vast infinity!

2 Our reason stretches all its wings,
And climbs above the skies;
But still how far beneath thy feet
Our grovelling reason lies!

3 Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore;

For the weak pinions of our mind
Can stretch a thought no more.

4 In humble notes our faith adores
The great mysterious King;
While angels strain their nobler powers,
And sweep the immortal string.

L. M.

167.

Doddridge.

Him who is Invisible.

1 ETERNAL and immortal King!

Thy peerless splendors none can bear, But darkness veils seraphic eyes, When God with all his glory 's there.

2 Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom,
The great Invisible can see,

And with its tremblings mingle joy,
In fixed regards, great God, to thee.

3 Then every tempting form of sin,
Shamed in thy presence, disappears;
And all the glowing, raptured soul
The likeness it contemplates wears.

4 O, ever conscious to my heart,
Witness to its supreme desire,
Behold, it presseth on to thee,
For it hath caught the heavenly fire.

5 This one petition would it urge, -
To bear thee ever in its sight;

In life, in death, in worlds unknown,
Its only portion and delight.

L. M.

168.

WATTS.

Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth. Psalm 146.

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die, and turn to dust;

Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp and power And thoughts all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good.

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train,
His truth for ever stands secure,
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the laboring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release.