2 Let great Jehovah be adored,

The eternal, all-sufficient Lord,
He through the world Most High confessed,

By whom ’t was formed, and is possessed. 3 Awake, our noblest powers, to bless

The God of Abram, God of peace;
Now by a dearer title known, -
Father and God of Christ his Son.

4 Through every age his gracious ear
Is
open to his servants'

prayer;
Nor can one humble soul complain

That it hath sought its God in vain. 5 What unbelieving heart shall dare

In whispers to suggest a fear,
While still he owns his ancient name?

The same his power, his love the same. 6 To thee our souls in faith arise,

To thee we lift expecting eyes,
And boldly through the desert tread,
For God will guard where God shall lead.

1

S. M.

607. WATTS.

Looking upward.
The heavens invite mine

eye;
The stars salute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn, to lie

Thus grovelling on the ground.
2 My warmer spirits move,

And make attempts to fly;
O would that I had wings of love

To raise me swift and high,

3 Beyond those crystal vaults,

And all their sparkling balls ;
They 're but the porches to thy courts,

And paintings on thy walls.
Vain world, farewell to you;

Heaven is my native air;
I bid my friends a short adieu,

Impatient to be there.

4

430

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill

Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God!

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage!

5 O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath,

We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death,

To keep us still thine own!

L. M.

609.

E. TAYLOR.

“Remember thy Creator."
1 Truly the light of morn is sweet,

And sweet it is to see the sun;
But, cheerful though the hours may fleet,
And years pass gayly one by one,
O blot not, reckless, from thy mind

The thought of darker days behind! 2 Rejoice, O child of mortal birth!

In all the pride of youth rejoice;
And let the beauteous things of earth
Allure thine eye, invite thy choice;
Yet know, for blessings freely given,

Thine is a large account with Heaven. 3 And O remember, ere the day,

The evil day, of grief shall come,
When all the joy is passed away,
And naught is left but gathering gloom, -
Remember, ere thy pleasures pall,
Him first and last, who gave them all!

C. M.

610.

SALISBURY COL.

« Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."
i In the soft season of thy youth,

In nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait

Its summons to the tomb,

"2 Remember thy Creator, God;

For him thy powers employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,

Thy confidence, thy joy.
3 He shall defend and guide thy course

Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore

Of blest eternity. 4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose

The path of heavenly truth; The earth affords no lovelier sight

Than a religious youth.

611.

C. M.

EPISCOPAL COL.

Early Piety.
1 0, in the morn of life, when youth

With vital ardor glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms

That beauty can disclose, -
2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers

Are yet by vice enslaved,
Be thy Creator's glorious name

And character engraved ;-
3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud

The sunshine of thy days,
And cares and toils, in endless round,

Encompass all thy ways; -
4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,

With vain regret, deplore, And sadly muse on former joys,

That now return no more.