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A thousand worlds which roll around ns hrightly,
Thee in their orhits hless;
Proclaim Thy righteousuess.
That woke it unto day;
Shall hid that world decay.
Thou Power suhlime! whose throne is firmly seated
On stars and glowing suns;
Waft Thee seraphic tones'
An offering worthy Thee,
Blest notes of eestacy!
Here is my song, a voice of mortal weakness
Just hreathing from my hreast;
And feehle hope, at hest.
Should speak as angels speak,
Thy seat of light should seek.
Eternity! Eternity !—how solemn,
How terrihle the sound!
Of strength may I he found.
As when 'twill cease to heat;
When I my God shall greet.
h. i. JohNs.
I Bow hefore the Power,
I how hefore the Power,
That rules the varying hour;
Bids day and night their stations know,
As round the self-poised glohe they go;
Seasons and years unceasing hold their course;
But hides from human eye the all-controlling force!
I how hefore the Power ;—
With tremhling awe implore
His aid,—who called me from the dust.
My present stay—my future trust;
With various gifts who hlessed my mortal
frame, And in the wondrous mass infused the undying flame.
And, long as here helow,
O Most adorahle! most unador'd,
should end? Where'er I turn, what claim on all applanse t How is niyhVs sahle mantle lahour'd o'er, How richly wrought with attrihutes divine! What wisdom shines 1 what love ! this midnight pomp, This gorgeous arch, with golden worlds in
lay'd! Built with divine amhition? nought to thee; For others this profusion ; Thou, apart, Ahove l heyond I O tell me, mighty mind f Where art thou I Shall 1 dive into the deep? Call to the tun, or ask the roaring winds, For their Creator? Shall I question loud The thunder, If in that th' Almighty dwells? Or holds he furious storms in strengthen'd
reins, And hids fierce whirlwinds wheel hls rapid car?
What mean these questions? Tremhling I retract; My prostrate soul adores the present God: Praise I a distant Deity? He tunes My voice (if tun'd): the nerve, that writes,
sustains: Wrapt in his heing, I resound his praise: But though past all diffus'd, without u shore, His essence, local is his throne (us meet), To gather the dlsperst (as standards call The listed from afar): to fix a point, A central point, collective of his sons, Since finite every nature hut his own.
The nameless lie, whose nod is natures hirth; And nature's shield, the shadow of his hand; Her dissolution, his suspended sioilt!
Tin- I;iimi First l.ust ' pavilion'd high he
In darkness from excessive splendor, hurnt
Blbssbu he thy name for ever,
Thou of life the guard and giver;
Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping;
Heal the heart long hroke with weeping.
God of stiliness and of motion,
Of the desert and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock, ami river,
Blessed he thy name for ever.
Thoa who slumherest not, nor sleepest,
The heavens,O Lord! Thy power proclalu
All things I see, or hear, or feel,
The lowliest flower that lights the dells;
The hreeze that o'er the garden plays;
The grove's tmtutor'd harmony—
Thy name, Thy glories, they rehearse,
Beneath Thy all directing nod,
And nature with its countless throng,
And we, creation's princes, we
The children of the Deity,
The wise—the strong—whose thoughts can
Shall we not praise and worship Thee,
Shall we disturh the harmony
No: rather our according voice
Angels, assist to sing
The honours of your God;
Touch every tuneful string,
And sound his name ahroad: Pour the tremhling notes along; Swell the grand, immortal song.
And ye of meaner hirth,
Your joyful voices raise;
Inhahitants of earth,
Your great Creator praise: Let your loud hosannas rise, Shake the earth, and pierce the skies!
Let the day and dusky night,
In solemn order, join
His praises to recite,
And speak his power divine:
Ye winds and raging seas,
Let every creature sing
Pour the tremhling notes along;
Swell the universal song.
Harf of Eternity ! hegin the song, Redeemed, and angel-harps I hegin to God,
Begin the anthem ever sweet and new,
While I extol him, holy, just, and good.
Life, heauty, light, intelligence, and love
Eternal, uncreated, infinite!
Unsearchahle Jehovah! God of truth,
Maker, upholder, governor of all!
Thyself uumade, ungoverned, nnupheld!
Omnipotent, unchangeahle, Great God!
Exhaustless fulness! giving unimpaired!
Bounding immensity, unspread, unhound f
Highest and hest! heginning, middle, end I
All-seeing eye ! all-seeing, and unseen I
Hearing, unheard 1 all-knowing, and unknown!
Ahove all praise! ahove all height of thought!
Proprietor of immortality 1
Glory ineffahle! hliss underiv'd 1
Of old thou huilt'st thy throne on righteousness,
Before the morning stars their song hegan,
Or silence heard the voice of praise. Thou laid'st
Eternity's foundation-stone, and saw'st
Life and existence out of Thee hegin,
Mysterious more, the more displayed, where still
Upon thy glorious Throne thou sit'st alone,
Hast sat alone, and shalt for ever sit.
Alone, Invisihle, Immortal one I
Behind essential hrightness unheheld,
Incomprehensihle! what weight shall weigh,
What measure, measure Thee! What know we more
Of Thee, what need to know, than thou hast taught,
And hid'st us still repeat, at morn and even?
God! Everlasting Father' Holy One 1
Our God, our Father, our eternal All!
Source whence we came, and whither we return;
Who made our spirits, who our hodies made,
Who made the heaven, who made the flowery land.
Who made all made, who orders, governs all,
Who walks upon the wind, who holds the wave
In hollow of thy hand, whom thunders wait,
Whom tempests serve, whom flaming fires ohey,
Who guides the circuit of the endless years,
And sit'st on high, and mak'st creation's top
Thy footstool, and hehold'st, helow Thee, all
All nought, all less than nought, and vanity.
Thy works all praise Thee, all thy angels praise,
Thy saints adore, and on thy altars hurn
The fragrant incense of perpetual love.
They praise Thee now, their hearts, their voices praise,
And swell the rapture of the glorious song!
Harp! lift thy voice on high, shout, angels, shout!
And loudest ye redeemed! glory to God
And to the Lamh who hought us with his hlood,
From every kindred, nation, people, tongue;
And washed, and sanctified, and saved our souls;
And gave us rohes of linen pure, and crowns
Of life, and made us kings and priests to God.
Shout hack to ancient Time! sing loud, and wave
Your palms of triumph! sing, Where is thy sting,
O Death! where is thy victory, O Grave!
Thanks he to God, eternal thanks, who gave
Us victory through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Harp 1 lift thy voice on high! shout, angels, shout!
And loudest, ye redeemed! glory to God,
And to the Lamh, all glory and all praise
All glory and all praise at morn and even
That come and go eternally, and find
Us happy still, and Thee for ever hlest!
Glory to God and to the Lamh. Amen.
For ever, and for evermore. Amen.