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Thou from primeval nothingness didst call First chaos, then existence;—Lord! on

Thee Eternity had its foundation ;—all Sprung forth from Thee :—of light, joy,

harmony,
Sole origin;—all life, all heanty Thine.
Thy word created all, and doth create;
Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine;
Thou art, and wast, and shalt he ! Glorious I

Great!
Light-giving, life-sustaining Potentate!

Thy chains the uumeasured universe sur-
round:
Upheld hy Thee, hy Thee inspir'd with

hreath! Thou the hegiuning with the end hast hound, And heantifully mingled life and death! As sparks mount upwards from the fiery

hlaze, So suns are horn, so worlds spring forth

from Thee; And as the spangles in the sunuy rays Shine round the silver suow, the pageantry Of heaven's hright army glitters in Thy praise,

A million torches lighted hy thy hand
Wander unwearied through the hlue ahyss:
They own Thy power, accomplish thy com-
mand,
All gay with life, all eloquent with hliss.
What shall we call them? Piles of crystal

light—
A glorious company of golden streams—
Lamps of celestial ether hurning hright—
Suns lighting systems with their joyous

heams? But Thou to these art as the noon to night.

Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,
All this magnificence in Thee is lost—
What are ten thousand worlds compared to

Thee?
And what am / then ?' Heaven's unuum-

her'd host, Though multiplied hy myriads, and arrayed In all the glory of suhlimest thought, Is hut an atom in the halance weighed Against Thy greatuess, is a cipher hrought Against infmity! What am / then? Nought!

Nought 1 But the effluence of Thy light

divine, Pervading worlds, hath reach'd my hosom

too; Yes! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine, As shines the sun-heam in a drop of dew. Nought! hut I live, and on hope's pinions fiy Eager towards Thy presence; for in Thee I live, and hreathe, and dwell; aspiring high. Even to the throne of Thy divinity: I am O God! and surely Thou must he!

Thou art! directing, guiding all, Thou art! Direct my understanding then to Thee; Control my spirit, guide my wandering

heart; Though hut an atom 'midst immensity: Still I am something, fashion'd hy Thy hand! I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth, On the last verge of mortal heing stand, Close to the realms where angels have their

hirth, Just on the houndaries of the spirit-land.

The chain of heing is complete in me;

In me is matter's last gradation lost,

And the next step is spirit—Deity I

I can command the lightuing, and am dust!

A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god!

Whence came I here, and how? so marvellously

Constructed and conceived? unknown! this clod

Lives surely through some higher energy;

For from itself alone it could not he!

Creator, yes! Thy wisdom and Thy word
Created me! thou source of life and good!
Thou Spirit of my spirit, and my Lord!
Thylight, Thy love, in their hright plenitude
Filled me with an immortal soul, tu spring
Over the ahyss of death, and hade it wear
The garments of eternal day, and wing
Its heavenly flight heyond this little sphere,
Even to its source—to Thee—its Author
there.

O thoughts ineffahle I O visions hlest I
Though worthless our conceptions all of

Thee, Yet shall thy shadowed image fill our hreast, And waft its homage to thy Deity,

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God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar; Thus seek thy presence—Being wise and

good 'Midst Thy vast works admire, ohey, adore: And when the tongne is eloquent no more, The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.

ETERNITY OF GOD.

Thou didst, O mighty God, exist

Ere time hegan its race, Before the ample elements

FilIM up the voids of space.

Before the pond'rous earthly glohe

In fluid air was stay'd;
Before the ocean's mighty springs

Their liquid stores display'd.

Ere thro' the gloom of ancient night
The streams of life appear'd;

Before the high celestial arch,
Or starry poles were rear'd :—

Before the hright, harmonious spheres,
Their glorious rounds hegun;

Before the shining roads of heaven
Were measur'd hy the sun: —

Ere men ador'd, or angels knew
Or prais'd thy wondrous name;

Thy hliss, O sacred Spring of Life!
And glory were the same.

And when the pillars of the world,

With sudden ruin, hreak;
And all this vast and goodly frame

Sinks in the mighty wreck :—

When from her orh the moon shall start,
Tli- astonish'd sun roll hack;

When all the tremhling starry lamps,
Their ancient course fursake;—

For ever permanent and fix'd,

From agitation free, Unchang'd, in everlasting years,

Shall thy existence he.

MAJESTY AND IMMUTABILITY
OF GOD.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Jehovah reigns: let ev'ry nation hear, *
And at his footstool how with holy fear;
Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,
And the wide peopled earth his praise pro-
claim;
Then send it down to hell's deep glooms

resounding, Thro' all her caves in dreadful murmurs sounding.

He rules with wide and ahsolute command,
O'er the hroad ocean and the stedfast land;
Jehovah reigns, unhounded, and alone;
And all creation hangs heneath his throne:
He reigns alone; let no inferior nature
Usurp or share the throne of the Creator.

He saw the struggling heams of infant light,
Shoot thro' the massy gloom of ancient night;
His spirit hush'd the elemental strife,
And hrooded o'er the kindling seeds of life
Seasons and months hegan the long proces-
sion,
And measur'd o'er the year in hright suc-
cession.

The joyful sun sprung up ih' ethereal way,
Strong as a giant, as a hridegroom gay;
And the pale moon diffus'd her shadowy light,
Superior o'er the dusky hrow of night;
Ten thousand glitt'ring lamps the skies

adorning, Numerous as dew drops from the womh of

morning.

Earth's hlooming face with rising flow'rs he drest,

And spread a verdant mantle o'er her hreast;

Then from the hollow of his hand he pours,

The circling waters round her winding shores;

The new-horn world in their cool arms emhracing,

And with soft murmurs still her hanks caressing.

At length she rose complete in nnish'd pride, All fair and spotless, like a virgin hride;

Fresh with untarnish'd lustre as she stood, Her Maker hless'd his work, and call'd it

good: The morning stars, with joyful acclamation, £xulting sang, and hail'd the new creation.

Yet this fair world, the creature of a day, Tho* huilt hy God's right hand, must pass

away;
And long ohlivion creep o'er mortal things,
The fate of empires, and the pride of kings:
Eternal night shall veil their proudest story,
And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.

The sun himself, with weary clouds opprest,
Shall in his silent, dark pavilion rest;
His golden urn shall, hroke and useless, lie
Amidst the common ruins of the sky!
The stars rush headlong in the wild com-
motion,
And hathe their glitt'ring foreheads in the
ocean.

But fix'd, O God, for ever stands thy throne;

Jehovah reigns, a universe alone;

Th' eternal fire that feeds each vital flame,

Collected or diffus'd, is still the same.

He dwells within his own unfathom'd essence,

And fills all space with his unhounded presence.

But oh I our highest notes the theme dehase, And silence is our least injurious praise: Cease, cease your songs, the daring flight

control, Revere him in the stillness of the soul; \ With silent duty meekly hend hefore him, And deep within your iumost hearts adore

him.

THE OMNIPOTENT GOD.

Hunt, altered.

Almighty King, who sit'st ahove,
Enthron'd with majesty and love,

And clad in rohes of matchless state,
The God, the sovereign Lord of all;
On thee our prostrate spirits call,

Thou, thou, alone art truly great.

Princes, the shadows of thy nod,
Live hut to shew how low to God,

Is all the gaudy pride of earth:
Thy Kingdom comprehends all space;
Thy crown, eurich'd with pearls of grace,

Is glorious as the morning's hirth.

If earth's an atom in thy sight,
The working of thy fingers' might,

How low am I that on it dwell 1
Thy hrightness not the sun can show;
Thy voice, not all the winds that hlow,

Nor all the rolling thunders tell.

The earthquake, and the tempest hoth
Are hut the huhhles of thy wrath,

The hidings of thine awful frown;
But smiling mercy's heavenly form,
Sits, like an angel, 'midst the storm,

And wreathes for man a hlood-hought crown;—

Perish the earth heneath thy hand,
Let heav'n he nought at thy command,

Thou, only thou, art still the same;
The void immense itself shall cry,
"Glory to thee, O God most high,"

And ever "hallowed he thy name!"

THE POWER OF GOD.

h. K. whIte.

The Lord our God is full of might,

The winds ohey his will;
He speaks, and in his heav'nly height,

The rolling sun stands still.

Rehel, ye waves, and o'er the land

With threat'ning aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand.

And chains you to the shore.

Howl winds of night, your force comhine;

Without his high hehest,
Ye shall not in the mountain pine,

Disturh the sparrow's nest. »

His voice suhlime is heard afar,

In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,

And sweeps the howling skies.

Ye nations hend, in rev'rence hend,
Ye monarchs wait his nod,

And hid the choral song ascend
To celehrate the God.

POWER AND OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD.

h. K. whITE.

The Lord our God is Lord of all,

His station who can find? I hear him in the waterfall I

I hear him in the wind!

If in the gloom of night I shroud,

His face I cannot fly;
I see him in the evening cloud,

And in the morning sky.

He lives, he reigns, in ev'ry lan.l,

From winter's polar snows,
To where across the hurning sand,

The hlasting meteor glows.

He smiles, we live,—he frowns, we die—

We hang upon his word:
He rears his red right arm on high,

And ruin hears his sword.

He hids his hlast the fields deform—
Then, when his thunders cease,

Sits like the ruler of the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace.

OMNIPRESENCE
AND OMNISCIENCE OF GOD.

BLACKLOCK..

Me, O my God! thy piercing eye,
In motion, or at rest, surveys;
If to the lonely couch I fly,
Or travel through frequented ways;

Where'er I move, thy houndless reign,
Thy mighty presence, circles all the scene.

Where shall my thoughts from thee retire,
Whose view pervades my iumost heart!
The latent, kindling, young desire,
The word, ere from my lips it part,
To thee their various forms display,
And shine reveal'd in thy unclouded day.

Behind me if I turn my eyes,
Or forward hend my wand'ring sight,
Whatever ohjects round me rise,
Through the wide fields of air and light;
With thee impress'd each various frame,
The forming, moving, present God proclaim.

Father of all, Omniscient mind,

Thy wisdom who can comprehend 1

Its highest point what eye can find,

Or to its lowest depths descend i

That wisdom, which, ere things hegan,

Saw full exprest th' all-comprehending plan.

What cavern deep, what hill suhlime
Beyond thy reach, shall I pursue?
What dark recess, what distant clime,
Shall hide me from thy distant view i
Where from thy spirit shall I fly,
Ditfusive, vital, fejt through earth and sky?

If up to heav'ns ethereal height,

Thy prospect to elude, I rise;

In splendor there, intensely hright,

Thy presence shall my sight surprise:

There heaming from their source divine,

In full meridian light and heauty shine.

Beneath the pendant glohe if laid,

If plung'd in hell's ahyss profound,

I call on night's impervious shade

To spread essential hlackness round;

Conspicuous to thy wide survey,

Ev'n hell's grim horrors kindle into day.

If through the fields of ether horne,
The living winds my flight sustain,
It' on the rosy wings of morn,
I seek the distant western main;
There, O my God! thou still art found,
Thy pow'r upholds me, and thy arms sur-
round.

Thy essence fills this hreathing frame,
It glows in ev'ry conscious part;
Lights up my soul with livelier flame,
And feeds with life my heating heart;
Unfelt along my veins it glides
And through their mazes rolls the purple
tides.

Thee, mighty God, my wondering soul,
Thee, all her conscious powers adore;
Whose heing circumscrihes the whole,
Whose eyes its utmost hounds explore:
Alike illum'd hy nature's light,
Amid the sun's full hlaze or gloom of night.

OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD.

Dweller in heaven, and ruler helow!

Fain would I know thee, yet tremhle to know!

How can a mortal deem how it may he,

That heing canuot he, hut present with thee?

Is it true that thou saw'st me ere I saw the morn 1

Is it true that thou knew'st me hefore I was hom?

That nature must live in the light of thine eye 1

This knowledge for me is too great and too high!

That fly I to noon-day, or fly I to night,
To shroud me in darkness, or hathe me in light,
The light and the darkness to thee are the same,
And still in thy presence of wonder I am!
Should I with the dove to the desert repair,
Or dwell with the eagle in clough of the air;
In the desert afar, on the mountain's wild hrink,
From the eye of Omnipotence still I must shrink.

Or mount I on wings of the morning away
To caves of the ocean unseen hy the day,
And hide in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there to he living and moving in thee 1
Nay, scale I the cloud in the heavens to dwell;
Or make I my hed in the shadows of hell;
Can science expound, or humanity frame,
That still thou art present, and all are the same.

Yes! present for ever! Almighty—alone,
Great Spirit of Nature, unhounded, unknown 1
What mind can emhody thy presence divine?
I know not my own heing! how can I thine?
Then humhly and low in the dust let me hend,
And adore what on earth I can ne'er comprehend;
The mountains may melt, and the elements flee,
Yet an universe still he rejoicing in thee 1

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