3 Through all his mighty works My Father and my Friend? I love his name, I love his word; 78 CO Omnipotence and wisdom. L. M. COME, O my soul, in sacred lays, 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, 79 Majesty and power. C. M. THE HE Lord our God is clothed with might, He speaks, and in his heavenly height 2 Rebél, ye waves, and o'er the land 3 Ye winds of night, your force combine; Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, 4 His voice sublime is heard afar; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, 5 Ye sons of earth, in rev'rence bend; And let unceasing praise ascend 80 Omnipotence and grace. L. M. THE earth, with all her fulness, owns 2 His word did out of nothing call 8 But who shall quit this low abode- 4 The man whose hands and heart are clean 5 He shall obtain the starry crown; 81 S. M. Bounteous in mercy and goodness. MTo thee my all I owe; Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring 2 The creature of thy hand, My soul with strength divine; 82 ERE L. M. From everlasting to everlasting. TRE mountains rear'd their forms sublime, Or heaven and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting thou art God. 2 A thousand ages, in their flight, With thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to thy sight At once their various scenes display. 8 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, A passing thought, that soon is o'er,That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. 4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end. 83 Omniscience. C. M. ORD, all I am is known to thee; To shun thy presence, or to flee 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My public walks, my private ways, 3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, And ere my lips pronounce the word, 4 O wondrous knowledge! deep and high: Where can a creature hide! Within thy circling arms 1 lie, Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, To guard my soul from every ill, 84 Omniscience and omnipresence. ATHER of spirits, nature's God, C. M. Thou, Lord, canst hear each idle word, Could we, on morning's swiftest wings, 8 In vain may guilt attempt to fly, One glance from thy all-piercing eye 4 Search thou our hearts, and there destroy Each secret bosom sin, And fit us for those realms of joy, 85 10th P. M. 8 lines 88, Immutability. THIS, this is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable friend, And neither knows measure nor end: Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; 86 Infinite in wisdom. L. M. PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise Your hearts and voices in his praise: His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; |