4 His enemies, with sore dismay, Fly from the sight, and shun the day: 0 LORD how fearful is thy name How wide is thy command! 2 Immortal glory forms thy throne, 3 A word of thine almighty breath 4 On angels, with unveiled face, To men what acts of richest grace, 5 Now let the Lord for ever reign, Sick or in health, in ease or pain, SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies, All our times are in thy hand, 2 Thou didst form us by thy power; Thou wilt guide us, hour by hour; All our times shall ever be " Ordered by thy wise decree: 3 Times of sickness, times of health; 4 Times temptation's power to prove; 115 L. M. THROUGH all the various shifting scene Of life's mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, O God! conducts unseen 2 Thou givest with paternal care, Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 3 All things on earth, and all in heaven. On thine eternal will depend; And all for greater good were given, 4 Be this our care!-to all beside Indifferent let our wishes be; Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, 116 Ho MORAL PERFECTIONS. C. M. [OLY and reverend is thy name Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry; 2 The deepest reverence of the mind, Lift with the hands a holy heart 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God! preserve our souls The pure in heart are thy delight, THINE, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone! Justice and truth before thee stand: 2 Each evening shows thy tender love: 3 To thy benign, indulgent care, Father, this light, this breath we owe; 4 Thrice holy! thine the kingdom is, 118 C. M. FAITHFUL, O Lord, thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move; A thousand promises declare 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; 3 Its streams the whole creation reach, 4 Throughout the universe it reigns; And while thy truth, O God, remains, 119 C. M. THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess; A spring whose blessings never fail; 2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare In every golden ray; : Love draws the curtains of the night, And love brings back the day. 3 Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields, With joyful clusters loads the vines, There, like a sun, thy mercy shines, 5 There, pardon, peace, and holy joy, 120 2 3 H. M. FOR a shout of joy, Worthy the theme we sing! To this divine employ Our hearts and voices bring; Sound, sound, through all the earth abroad, The love, th' eternal love of God. Unnumbered myriads stand, Of seraphs bright and fair, And pay their homage there; But strive in vain with loudest chord, Yet sinners saved by grace, In every age and place, Have sung the mystery; Have told, in strains of sweet accord, Thy love, thy sovereign love, O Lord. |