When he reveals the book of life, : 23. C. M. WATTS'S H. G God's eternal Dominion. REAT God, how infinite art thou! What worthlefs worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. Thy throne eternal ages flood, E'er feas or ftars were made: Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. Nature and time quite naked lie To thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky To the great burning day. Eternity, with all its years, Stands prefent in thy view; Our lives thro' various fcenes are drawn, And rex'd with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undifturb'd affairs. Great God, how infinite art thou! 24. C. M. WATTS'S L. and H. The wisdom of God. TERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise, ET With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and feas, Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! Thy glories blaze all nature round, Infinite ftrength, and equal skill But, in thy gofpel's wond'rous frame, Thy name is writ in fairest lines, B WEET is the mention of thy grace, SWI Let age to age thy righteousness God reigns on high, but not confines Thro' the whole earth his bounty fhines, And ev'ry want supplies. With longing eyes his creatures wait His lib'ral hand provides them meat, All nature owns his guardian care, But nobler benefits declare He gave his Son, his only Son, "Tis here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms. Great God, to thy almighty love, What honors thall we raise? Not all the raptur'd fongs above 26. C. M. WATTS'S H. The Faithfulness of God. BEGIN, my tongue, fome heav'nly theme, And speak fome boundless thing, The mighty works, or mightier name Tell of his wond'rous faithfulness, Proclaim Salvation from the Lord, His hand hath writ the facred word Engrav'd, as in eternal brafs, ; The mighty promise shines His ev'ry word of grace is strong As that which built the fkies; The voice, that rolls the ftars along, Spake all the promises. Lord, might I hear thy heavn'ly tongue Those gracious words fhould raise my fong, How would my leaping heart rejoice, And think my heav'n fecure! Give me to hear thy peaceful voice, And faith defires no more.. 27. C. M. BURDER'S Col. COM God is Love. YOME, ye that know and fear the Lord, Let ev'ry heart and voice accord, This precious truth, his word declares,. Behold, his patience length'ned out, The work begun, is carry'd on, By pow'r from heav'n above; And O that you, whose hard'ned hearts, Thousands, as vile and bafe as you, The grace that chang'd, has tun'd their hearts To fing, that God is Love. O may we all, while here below, This beft of bleffings prove; 'Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds,. Shall (hout, that God is Love." |