Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens :
God is wisdom, God is love.

2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never:
God is wisdom, God is love.

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

The Goodness of God in the Seasons. Psalm 65.

1 AT God's command, the morning ray
Smiles in the east, and leads the day;
He guides the sun's declining wheels
Over the tops of western hills.

2 Seasons and times obey his voice;
The evening and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers.

3 'T is from his watery stores on high
He gives the thirsty ground supply;
He walks upon the clouds, and thence
Doth his enriching drops dispense.

4 The desert grows a fruitful field;
Abundant food the gardens. yield;
The valleys shout with cheerful voice,
And neighboring hills repeat their joys.

5 Thy works pronounce thy power divine;
O'er every field thy glories shine;
Through every month thy gifts appear:
Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.

1 THY hand unseen sustains the poles
On which this vast creation rolls;
The starry arch proclaims thy power,
Thy pencil glows in every flower.

2 In thousand shapes and colors rise
Thy painted wonders to our eyes;
While beasts and birds, with laboring throats,
Teach us a God in thousand notes.

3 The meanest part in nature's frame
Marks out some letter of thy name;
Where sense can reach, or fancy rove,
From hill to hill, from field to grove, -

4 Across the waves, around the sky,
There's not a spot, or deep or high,
Where the Creator has not trod,
And left the footsteps of a God.

5 Fain would I trace the immortal way,
That leads to courts of endless day,
Where the Creator stands confessed,
In his own fairest glories dressed.

L. M.

161.

Doddridge.

Immutability of God. Psalm 102.

1 GREAT Former of this various frame!
Our souls adore thine awful name;
And bow, and tremble, while we praise
The Ancient of eternal days.

2 Beyond an angel's vision bright,
Thou dwell'st in self-existent light;
Which shines with undiminished ray,
While suns and worlds in smoke decay.

3 Our days a transient period run,
And change with every circling sun;
And, in the firmest state we boast,
A moth can crush us into dust.

4 But let the creatures fall around;
Let death consign us to the ground;
Let the last general flame arise,
And melt the arches of the skies;

5 Calm as the summer's ocean, we
Can all the wreck of nature see,
While grace secures us an abode,
Unshaken as the throne of God.

Abounding Compassion of God. Psalm 103.

1 My soul, repeat his praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

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.