26.

MAJESTY OF GOD.

HE Lord descended from above,

THE

And bowed the heavens most high,

And underneath his feet he cast

The darkness of the sky.

On cherubim and seraphim.

Full royally he rode,

And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

He sat serene upon the floods,

Their fury to restrain ;

And he, as sovereign Lord and King,

For evermore shall reign.

27.

C. M.

THOMAS STernhold.

WE

GRATITUDE TO GOD.

THEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

C. M.

Oh, how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravished heart!

But thou canst read it there.

To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.

JOSEPH ADDISON.

28.

GLORY OF GOD IN THE HEAVENS. L. M.

HE spacious firmament on high,

THE

With all the blue, ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark, terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?

29.

In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing, as they shine,-
“The hand that made us is divine.”

JOSEPH ADDISON.

COME, CREATOR SPIRIT.

L. M.

H, come, Creator Spirit blest!

OH,

Within these souls of thine to rest;
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.

Come, Holy Spirit, now descend!
Most blessed gift which God can send ;
Thou Fire of love, and Fount of life!
Consume our sins, and calm our strife.

With patience firm and purpose high,
The weakness of our flesh supply;
Kindle our senses from above,

And make our hearts o'erflow with love.

GREGORY THE GREAT.