Where'er I move, thy boundless reign, Where shall my thoughts from thee retire, To thee their various forms display, Behind me if I turn my eyes, Or forward bend my wand'ring sight, Father of all, Omniscient mind, What cavern deep, what hill sublime Diffusive, vital, felt through earth and sky? If up to heav'ns ethereal height, Beneath the pendant globe if laid, If through the fields of ether borne, I seek the distant western main; There, O my God! thou still art found, round. Thy essence fills this breathing frame, Thee, mighty God, my wondering soul, And through their mazes rolls the purple Amid the sun's full blaze or gloom of night. tides. OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD. HOGG. DWELLER in heaven, and ruler below! Fain would I know thee, yet tremble to know! That being cannot be, but present with thee? Is it true that thou saw'st me ere I saw the morn? That fly I to noon-day, or fly I to night, To shroud me in darkness, or bathe me in light, Or mount I on wings of the morning away Yes! present for ever! Almighty-alone, GOD VISIBLE IN HIS WORKS. T. MOORE. THOU art, O God, the life and light, Of all this wondrous world we see Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee! Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. When day, with farewell beam delays, Among th' op'ning clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven; Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, When youthful spring around us breathes, ANON. ABOVE-below-where'er I gaze, I hear thee in the stormy wind, I find thee in the noon of night, And read thy name in every star That drinks its splendor from the light That flows from mercy's beaming car: Thy footstool, Lord, each starry gem Composes-not thy diadem. And when the radiant orb of light Thine is the silent noon of night, THE BENEVOLENCE OF GOD. H. M. WILLIAMS. My God, all nature owns thy sway; Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day; When all thy lov'd creation wakes, When morning rich in lustre breaks, And bathes in dew the op'ning flower, To thee we owe her fragrant hour; And, when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belong! Or when, in paler tints array'd, The evening slowly spreads her shade; That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Can, more than day's enliv'ning bloom, Still ev'ry fond and vain desire, And calmer, purer thoughts inspire; From earth the pensive spirit free, And lead the soften'd heart to thee. In every scene thy hands have dress'd, In every form by thee impress'd, Upon the mountain's awful head, Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread; In every note that swells the gale, Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale, The cavern's depth or echoing grove,A voice is heard of praise and love. As o'er thy works the seasons roll, And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul. Oh never may their smiling train ANON. 'Tis Love that loads the plenteous plain, With blushing fruits and golden grain, And smiles o'er ev'ry vale. * But, in thy gospel, it appears And charms the ravish'd breast; There, Love immortal leaves the sky To wipe the drooping mourner's eye, And give the weary rest. There smiles a kind propitious God— WHENE'ER We climb the mountain's head, There flows a dying Saviour's blood, To greet the harbinger of day; In the fresh balmy ev'ning breeze, Love decks the finely varied flowers, 'Tis love that paints the insect quires, With all their gay and gorgeous dyes; 'Tis love the simple birds inspires, And charms in all their melodies. Nay, ev'ry sight that wins the eye, And ev'ry sound that woos the ear, And ev'ry gale that passes by, Proclaims the hand of love is there. REV. H. MOORE. My God! thy boundles love we praise : And o'er the earth they flow. 'Tis love that gilds the vernal rayAdorns the flow'ry robe of MayPerfumes the breathing gale: The pledge of sins forgiv'n; There faith, bright cherub, points the way To regions of eternal day And opens all her heav'n. Then, in redeeming love rejoice, THE GOODNESS OF GOD. SMART. IMMENSE Creator! whose all-powerful hand Fram'd universal being, and whose eye Saw like thyself, that all things form'd were good, Where shall the timorous bard thy praise begin, Where end the purest sacrifice of song, And just thanksgiving? The thought kindling light, Thy prime production, darts upon my mind Its vivifying beams, my heart illumines, And fills my soul with gratitude and thee. Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn, That paint the streaky east, and blithesome rouse The birds, the cattle, and mankind from rest! Hail to the freshness of the early breeze, And Iris dancing on the new-fall'n dew. Without the aid of yonder golden globe, Lost were the garnet's lustre, lost the lily, The tulip and auricula's spotted pride; glass. Lost were the peacock's plumage; to the sight | The eye's at fault, and seeks th' assisting The purple, and the gold, that far outvie Approach and bring from Araby the blest, With golden ingots all thy camels load The eastern monarchs' garb, ev'n with the green. Without thy aid, without thy gladsome And ruin'd tow'rs, rude rocks, and caverns beams, The tribe of woodland warblers would remain Mute on the bending branches, nor recite their lord, Their voices tuned to transport, wing'd their flight, And bade them call for nurture, and receive: The woodlark, and the redbreast jointly call; the ear, They mean it all for music, thanks, and praise To him who feeds, who clothes, and who adorns, wide Remurmur to the glorious, surly sound. And thou, fair India, whose immense domain To counterpoise the hemisphere extends, Haste from the West, and with thy fruits and flowers, Thy mines and med'cines, wealthy maid More than the plenteousness so fam'd to flow And vest of fur; and from thy fragrant lap Who made and who preserves, whatever Clad in the armour of the living God, dwells In air, in sted fast earth, or fickle sea. for man; Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone, Ye carry armies on your tower-crown'd And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him Approach, unsheath the Spirit's flaming sword; Faith's shield, salvation's glory-compass'd With fortitude assume, and o'er your heart "Assuming passions to enforce thy laws, C |