PART IV.

Perfections of God.

91. C. M. WATTS. The divine glories above our reason. I OUR reason stretches all its wings,

And soars above the skies;
But still how far beneath thy feet

Our grov'ling reason lies ! 2 LORD! here we bend our humble souls,

And awfully adore;
For the weak pinions of the mind

Can urge their flight no more. 3 Thy glories infinitely rise

Above our lab’ring tongue;
In vain the highest seraph tries

To form an equal song.
4 In humble notes our faith adores

The great eternal King; While angels strain their nobler pow’rs,

And sweep th' imınortal string.

92. L.M. WATTS.

God incomprehensible. 1 CAN creatures to perfection find

Th' eternal, uncreated Mind ?

Or can the largest stretch of thought

Measure and search his nature out? 2 His sov'reign pow'r what mortal knows?

If he command, who dare oppose ?
The beamings of his piercing sight

Bring dark hypocrisy to light.
3 Great Gop! thy glories shall employ

My holy fear, my humble joy;
My lips, in songs of honour, bring

Their tribute to th' eternal King. 4 O tell me with a gentle voice,

Thou art my God and I 'Il rejoice:
Sustain'd by thee, I'll still proclaim
The matchless honours of thy name.

WATTS.

93. L. M.
The incomprehensible nature of God.
I GOD is a King of pow'r unknown;
Firm are the orders of his throne :
If he resolve, who dare oppose ?

Or ask him why, or what, he does? 2 He wounds the heart, and he makes whole;

He calms the tempest of the soul:
When he shuts up in long despair,

Who can remove the heavy bar ? 3 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon;

The fainting sun grows dim at noon;
The pillars of heav'n's starry roof
Tremble and start at his reproof.

4 He gave the vaulted heav'n its form,

The crooked serpent and the worm;
He breaks the billows with his breath,

And smites the sons of pride to death. 5 These are a portion of his ways

But who can utter all his praise ?
Who can endure his light, or stand
To hear the thunders of his hand ?

94. L. M. Watts.

God invisible. 1 OUR pow'rs, great God! are too confin'd

To reach thy infinite abode :
O! 'tis beyond a creature's mind,

To raise a single thought to God. 2 The LORD of glory builds his seat

Of gems superlatively bright;
And spreads, beneath his sacred feet,

Thick clouds and shades of gloomy night. 3 Yet, LORD! thy penetrating eyes

Look through, and cheer us from above: Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies:Yet we adore, and yet we love.

95. L. M. KIPPIS. .

To the unknown GOD. 1 GREAT GOD! in vain man's narrow view

Attempts to look thy nature through; Our lab'ring pow’rs with rev’rence own Thy glories never can be known.

2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought,

Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find,

Or fully trace thy boundless mind. 3 Yet, LORD! thy kindness deigns to show

Enough for mortal minds to know;
While wisdom, goodness, pow'r divine,
Thro' all thy works and conduct shine.
4 0! may our souls with rapture trace

Thy works of nature and of grace,
Explore thy sacred name, and still
Press on to know and do thy will!

96. L. M. BROWNE.

The ONE GOD. 1 ETERNAL God! Almighty Cause Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown! All things are subject to thy laws;

All things depend on thee alone. 2 l'hy glorious being singly stands,

Of all within itself possest;
By none controll'd in thy commands,

And in thyself completely blest.
3 To thee, the One Supreme, we bow;

Let heav'n and earth due homage pay:
All other gods we disavow,

Reject their claims, renounce their sway. 4 Spread thy great name thro' ev'ry land,

All idol deities dethrone :

Subdue the world to thy command,
And reign unrivall’d, God alone!

97. C. M. LIVERPOOL COLLECTION.

The power of God. | "TWASGod who hurl'd the rolling spheres,

And stretch'd the boundless skies;
Who form’d the plan of endless years,

And bade the ages rise.
2 Eternal is his pow'r and might,

Immense and unconfin'd: He pierces through the realms of light,

And rides upon the wind. 3 He darts along the burning skies;

Loud thunders round himn roar : All heav'n attends him as he flies,

All hell proclaims his pow'r. 4 He speaks, and nature's wheels stand still;

They cease their wonted round: The mountains melt; the trembling hills

Forsake their ancient bound.
5 He scatters nations with his breath;

The scatter'd nations fly:
Blue pestilence and wasting death,

Confess the Godhead nigh.
6 Ye worlds, with every living thing,

Ful6l bis high command:
Mortals, pay homage to your King,

And own his ruling hand.