3 The fields provide me food, and shew
The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow,
In thy most holy word.

4 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,
And hence my hopes arise.

5 Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,

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By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

C. M. Excellency of the Scriptures.

FA

STEELE

ATHER of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!

For ever be thy name ador'd,

For these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want,
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast:

Sublimer sweets than nature knows,
Invite the longing taste.

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Here the Redeemer's welcome voice,
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.

5 O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever fresh delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

DIVINE PERFECTIONS.

5c. M. The Power of God. H. K. WHITE.

1 THE Lord our God is Lord of all,

His station who can find!

I hear him in the waterfall!
I hear him in the wind!

2 If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly,

I see him in the ev'ning cloud,
And in the morning sky.

3 He lives, he reigns in ev'ry land,
From winter's polar snows,

To where across the burning sand
The blasting meteor glows.

4 He smiles, we live-he frowns, we die-
We hang upon his word;
He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bears his sword.

5 He bids his blasts the field deform-
Then, when his thunders cease,
He rises and controls the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace!

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L. M. God's Omniscience and Omni

presence.

BLACKLOCK.

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FATHER of all! omniscient mind!

Thy wisdom who can comprehend?
Its highest point what eye can find,
Or to its lowest depths descend?

2 What cavern deep, what hill sublime,
Beyond thy reach shall I pursue?
What dark recess, what distant clime,
Shall hide me from thy boundless view?

3 If up to heav'n's ethereal height,
Thy prospect to elude, I rise;

In splendour there, supremely bright,
Thy presence shall my sight surprise.

4 Thee, mighty God! my wond'ring soul,
Thee, all her conscious pow'rs adore;
Whose being circumscribes the whole,
Whose eyes the universe explore.

5 To thee, from whom my being came,
Whose smile is all the heav'n I know!
Inspir'd with this exalted theme,
To thee my grateful strains shall flow.

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C. M. The Infinite. WATTS's LYRICS. 1 THY names, how infinite they be! Great Everlasting One!

Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd thy throne.

2 Thy glories shine of wondrous size
And wondrous large thy grace:
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,
And Gabriel veils his face.

3 Thine essence is a vast abyss
Which angels cannot sound,
An ocean of infinities

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole;
But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul.

5 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in thee
But boundless inconceivables,
And vast eternity.

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L. M. God Supreme. WATTs's LYRICS.

WHAT is our God, or what his name,

Normen can learn, nor angels teach; He dwells conceal'd in radient flame, Where neither eyes, nor thoughts, can reach.

2 The spacious worlds of heav'nly light, Compar'd with him, how short they fall! They are too dark, and he too bright, Nothing are they, and God is all!

3 He spake the wondrous word, and lo, Creation rose at his command: Whirlwinds and seas their limits know, Bound in the hollow of his hand.

There rests the earth, there roll the spheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop:
But his own self-sufficience bears
The weight of his own glories up.

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