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3 The word he gave : th' obedient sun
Began his glorious race to run ;
To glide along th’ ætherial way.
Then speaks the whole divinely good. 5 But to complete the wond'rous plan,
From earth and dust he fashions man ;
The Maker's image stands confest. 6 Lord, while thy glorious works I view,
Form thou my heart and soul anew;
238. 8. 8.6. Ogilvie.
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God ;
Ye thunders, speak his pow'r :
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.
Praise him who bids you roll;
And breathe it to the soul.
4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing
Harmonious anthems raise
And tun'd your voice to praise.
In heav'nly praise employ; Spread the Creator's name around, "Till heav'n's broad arch ring back the sound,
In general bursts of joy.
239. L. M. S
Unknown World. 1 BY what glimm'ring light we view
That unknown world we're hast’ning to God hath lock'd up the mystic page,
And curtain'd darkness round the stage. z We talk of heav'n, we talk of hell,
But what they mean, no tongue can tell!
And hell the chaos of despair.
None of us know before we die!
Take the succeeding world on trust. 4 Swift flies the soul-perhaps 'tis gone
Ten thousand leagues beyond the sun :
Ere the forsaken clay is cold. 5 But ah! no notices they give,
Nor tell us where or how they live';
How much themselves desir'd to know. 6 As if bound up by solemn fate,
To keep this secret of their state,
• To tell their joys or pains to none,
That man may live by faith alone.
his marvellous decrees; Why should we wish him to reveal
What he thinks proper to conceal?
Heav'n's brighter far than we conceive:
240. L. M. Dobell. Supposed Çonversation between the Mother and the
Child after Death.
H! little sojourner below,
O why from hence so quickly gone?
2 Vain world, how transient is its joy
Its pleasures soon will end in pain;
Who would not die this bliss to gain ?
The dear Redeemer's dying love ;
And rills of bliss fill all above.
I now with Jesus ever dwell;
You'd surely say that all is well.
And the Redeemer's grace adore ;
241. C. M.
C. M. Dobell.
His hand in this I've view'd;
“ He doth what seems him good!” 2 I know the Lord does all things well;
His will has always stood; It is the Lord, I this can tell,
He doth what seems him good! 3 'Twas God who gave my child to me,
Th' appointed time he stood; It is the Lord, I plainly see,
He doth what seems him good! 4 Yet nature feels but ah, he's gone
For him my tears have flow'd ;
He doth what seems him good, 5 Support my sinking spirit up
Under this heavy load,
He doth what seems him good. 6 It is on thee my hope is stay'd,
I know thou art my God;
He doth what seems him good.
And cleanse me with thy blood ;
242. C. M. Knight. Death of a Child....2 Sam. xii. 22, 23. 1 LAS! how chang'd that lovely flow'r, А
Which bloom'd and cheer'd my heart ! Fair fleeting comfort of an hour,
How soon we're called to part!
2 And shall my bleeding heart arraign
That God, whose ways are love?
For her who rests above ?
Obedience to his will,
The Lord is right'ous still. 4 From adverse blasts, and low'ring storms,
Her favor'd soul he bore,
She lives, to die no more.
No more she'll visit me;
And I her face shall see.
The bliss thy people prove;
And dwell in perfect love.
C. M. Stennett.
"HY life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all divine ; Thine image trace in ev'ry word,
Thy love in ev'ry line.
Spread o'er thy lovely face,
Receive the smiling grace.
“ And lay them in my breast; “ Protection they shall find in me....
“ In me be ever blest. 4 “ Death may the bands of life unloose,
" But can't dissolve my love;