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2 High is thy power above all height;

Whate'er thy will decrees is done;
Thy wisdom, holiness, and might

Can by no finite mind be known. 8 Thine, Lord, is holiness alone;

Justice and truth before thee stand;
Yet, nearer to thy sacred throne,

Love ever dwells at thy right hand. 4 And to thy love, and ceaseless care,

Father, this light, this breath, we owe;
And all we have, and all we are,
From thee, great Source of Life, doth

flow. 191.

But in its light my soul can see

Some feature of the Deity.
2 There's nothing dark, below, above,

But in its gloom I trace thy love,
And meekly wait the moment when

Thy touch shall make all bright again. 3 The heavens, the earth, where'er I look,

Shall be one pure and shining book,
Where I may read, in words of flame,

The glories of thy wondrous name. 192.

Divine Protection. Ps. 121. 1 Up to the hills I lift my eyes,

The eternal hills beyond the skies :
Thence all her help my soul derives ;

There my Almighty Refuge lives. 2 He lives, the everlasting God,

That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he mado,

And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;

His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

God in all.

T. MOORE.

I There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that

glow,