2 Oh! tell of His might, oh! sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space : His chariot of wrath deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. 3 This earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty! Thy power hath founded of old; Hath established it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. 4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail : Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! 6 Oh! measureless might! ineffable love! While angels delight to hymn Thee above, The humble creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise! 153. Praise for Creation. C.M.D. 1 THOU wast, O God; and Thou wast blest Before the world began; Of Thine Eternity possest Before Time's hour-glass ran. Thou needest none Thy praise to sing, Couldst Thou have needed anything, Thou couldst have nothing made. 2 Great and good God, it pleased Thee And what Thy goodness did decree Thou spak'st, and Heaven and Earth appeared, As if their Maker's voice they heard, 3 To whom, Lord, should I sing, but Thee, Lo! other lords would seize on me, As waters haste unto their sea, 4 But ah! I'm fallen in the night, Yet speak the word, "Let there be light," And let Thy word, most mighty Lord, O make me o'er again, and I 154. The Works and Ways of God. 6 lines 7s. 1 THOU, who art enthroned above, Thou, by whom we live and move; O how sweet, how excellent, 'Tis with tongue and heart's consent Thankful heart, and joyful tongue— 3 From Thy works our joy proceeds: Though they spring like flowers to-day, Lord in Thee, most great, most high! 155. Psalm xix. *L.M. 1 THE spacious firmament on high, 2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 4 Whilst all the stars which round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 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; 6 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." 156. Psalm xxiii. 1 THE God of love my shepherd is, To watch me and to feed; 2 His gentle goodness leadeth me, 3 And so restoreth He my soul; And when I wandering stray, C.M. 4 When darkness comes and death is near, 5 Thy comforts amid all my foes, My cup With tender faithfulness. 6 Surely, Thy sweet and wondrous love Thy house below, Thy house above, 157. 1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God, 2 For ever firm Thy justice stands, 3 Thy providence is kind and large; |