E'en thus, full many a gracious blessing
Thou, Lord, hast given to sense and sight;
And blest is he, these gifts possessing,

Who uses all in Thee aright,

Who owns from Thee such boons divine; "Hath seen," and "hath believed" them Thine.

Yet doubly blest, by faith ascending
Beyond the gaze of mortal eye,

Who grasps, on Thy sure Word depending,
Each viewless, great reality,

"Not seen" as yet, not yet received;

Hath trusted Thee, and "hath believed!"

182.

FOR THE FOUNDER'S COMMEMORATION, OCTOBER XX.

FATHER, hear Thy children's praises
For the boon we own to-day;
Grateful love our hearts upraises,
This our sacrifice to pay :

Thanks for all Thy mercies given,

Stores of knowledge here unrolled,
Means of grace, and hopes of Heaven,
Unto us, Thy chosen fold!

Lord, Thy servants' spirits turning,
Mould them by Thy gracious sway:
Godliness and all good learning
May we follow, day by day!

May we, these Thy bounties sharing,
Every talent use aright,

Still by earthly lore preparing,

Till our faith be turned to sight:

Till, undimmed by dark reflection,

Face to face shall Christ be shewn ;

Knowledge rise to full perfection,
Knowing e'en as we are known.

183.

THERE is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts;

And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

The works of God above, below,
Within us and around,
Are pages in that book to show
How God Himself is found.

The glorious sky embracing all
Is like the Maker's love;
Wherewith encompass'd, great and small
In peace and order move.

The dew of heaven is like Thy grace,

It steals in silence down;

But where it lights, the favour'd place
By richest fruits is known.

One name above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,

Echoing angelic songs.

Thou, who hast given me eyes to see

And love this sight so fair,

Give me a heart to find out Thee,

And read Thee everywhere.

184.

LORD, the heavens declare Thy glory, Seen throughout their wondrous frame, And the firmament the story

Of Thy doings doth proclaim : Day to day the wonder telleth,

Night to night doth utter speech; Through all lands the anthem swelleth, Earth's last bounds the voices reach.

Lord, Thy law, the soul-converting,
Is a doctrine undefiled;
Constant is Thy truth, imparting

Wisdom to a little child:

Joy is on the heart obeying

Paths of peace and pure commands;

Light unto the eyes conveying,

Lord, Thy fear for ever stands.

Me to good Thy warning stirreth;
Fearing Thee, reward I win:
Who can tell how oft he erreth?
Cleanse me from my secret sin!
Let my bosom's meditation,

Let my words, inspired by Thee,
Lord, my light and my salvation,
In Thy sight accepted be!

185.

I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen,
With garlands gay of various green;
I praised the sea, whose ample field
Shone glorious as a silver shield;
And earth and ocean seemed to say,
"Our beauties are but for a day."

I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled
On wheels of amber and of gold;
I praised the morn, whose softer eye
Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky;
And moon and sun in answer said,
"Our days of light are numberèd."

O God, O good beyond compare!
If thus Thy meaner works are fair,
If thus Thy bounties gild the span
Of ruined earth and sinful man,
How glorious must the mansion be,
Where Thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee!