Shall not the children of thy grace Attempt the theme divine? Can show forth God's high praise ; That earth or heav'n can raise. 6 Yet this shall be our best employ, Thro' life's uncertain days; Eternal be thy praise. 64. L. M. Watts. Desiring to praise God. 1 Be thou exalted, O my God! Above the heav'ns where angels dwell : Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell.. Immortal honours to thy name : My tongue, the glory of my frame ! 3 In thee, my God! are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknown: And reaches to the utmost sky : 5 Be thou exalted, O my God! Above the heav'ns where angels dwell: Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 65. C. M. MRS STEELE. Everlasting praise. 1 MY GOD! my King ! to thee I'll raise My voice, and all my pow'rs: Shall fill the circling hours. 2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue, While suns shall set and rise i And tune my everlasting song, When all creation dies. PART III. The Works of God celebrated. 66. C. M. Watts. The creation of the world. Said the Almighty LORD; At his creating word. God said, Let there be light ! And scatter'd ancient night. The clouds ascend, and bear A wat’ry treasure to the sky, And float upon the air. 4 The liquid element below Was gather'd by his hand; The rolling seas together flow, And leave the solid land. 5 With herbs, and plants, and fruitful trees, The new-form'd globe he crown'd, Ere there was rain to bless the soil, Or sun to warm the ground. 6 Then, high in heav'n's resplendent arch, He plac'd those orbs of light; The moon to rule the night. 9 Next, from the deep, th’ Almighty King Did vital beings frame; Fowls of the air of ev'ry wing, And fish of ev'ry name. 8 To all the various brutal tribes He gave their wondrous birth; At once the lion and the worm Sprang from the teeming earth. At last was Adam made; And glory crown'd his head. The whole creation stood; His word pronounc'd it good. 67. C. M. Dopsley's Poems. God the Creator of mankind. 1 GOD of our lives, whose bounteous care First gave us pow'r to move! The wonders of thy love? 2 While void of thought and sense we lay, Dust of our parent earth, Thy breath inform'd the sleeping clay, And call'd us into birth. The yet unfinish'd plan; And form'd the future man. Beneath thy forming hands, Whate'er thy will commands. 68. C. M. GROVE. God the Creator, How glorious to behold! In characters of gold ! In lines immensely great; CREATOR-GOD is writ. Nor voice to thee, O sun ! Their language is but one. Thy fame is echo'd round; The never-dying sound |