If o'er our fins we think to draw Thofe flaming eyes, that guard thy law, The beams of noon, the midnight hour Are both alike to thee : Lord! we have finn'd against that pow'r, From which we cannot flee. L 22. C. M. WATTS'S H. The Decrees of God. ET the whole race of creatures lie Whate'er his fov'reign voice has form'd Ten thousand ages e'er the skies All the long years and worlds to come There's not a fparrow or a worm If light attend the course I run, Yet I would not be much concern'd, The volumes of his deep decrees, What months are writ for me. When he reveals the book of life, The follow'rs of the Lamb! G God's eternal Dominion. REAT God, how infinite art thou! Stands prefent in thy view; Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, And rex'd with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturb'd affairs. Great God, how infinite art thou! ET The wisdom of God. TERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise, With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and feas, Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! 3 Ting'd with a blue of heav'nly dye, Thy glories blaze all nature round, Infinite ftrength, and equal skill Shine thro' the worlds abroad; ! But, in thy gofpel's wond'rous frame, Thy name is writ in faireft lines, B 25. C. M. WATTS and STEEL. The Goodness of God. WEET is the mention of thy grace, So God, our heav nly King! God reigns on high, but not confines Thro' the whole earth his bounty fhines, With longing eyes his creatures wait His lib'ral hand provides them meat, All nature owns his guardian care, He gave his Son, bis only Son, "Tis here he makes his goodness known 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 daily theme, And speak fome boundless thing, Tell of his wond'rous faithfulness, Proclaim Salvation from the Lord, Engrav'd, as in eternal brass, His ev'ry word of grace is strong As that which built the fkies; Lord, might I hear thy heavn'ly tongue Thofe gracious words should raise. my song How would my leaping heart rejoice, And faith defires no more. |