100. L. M. MORAVIAN The Lord's Prayer. 1 THY name be hallowed evermore; 2 Lord! evermore to us be given The living bread that came from heaven. Thou art the Source, the Fountain thou. CHARACTER, ATTRIBUTES AND PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 101. L. M. Being of God. MRS. STEELE 1 THERE is a God-all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies: 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise Above the weak attempts of art; Their bright, inimitable dyes Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, 102. S. M. MRS. STEELE God our Father. 1 My Father! cheering name! 2 Whate'er thy will denies, For thou art just, and good, and wise 3 Whate'er thy will ordains, 4 Thy ways are little known 5 My Father!-blissful name! If thou accept my humble claim, L. M. The Paternal Love of God. BRYANT 1 FATHER! to thy kind love we owe 2 Giver of sunshine and of rain! 103. 3 Yet deem we not that thus alone, 4 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay! 104. C. M. MARTINEAU'S COLL Omnipotence of God. 1 'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres, 2 From everlasting is his might, He pierces through the realms of light, 3 He darts along the burning sky; 4 He speaks,-great nature's wheels stand still, 5 Ye worlds, and every living thing, Pay grateful homage to your King, 105. C. M. H. K. WHITE. Almighty Power and Majesty of God. 1 THE Lord our God is clothed with might; He speaks, and in the heavenly height 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 3 Ye winds of night, your force combine Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, 4 His voice sublime is heard afar; He binds the whirlwinds to his car, 5 Ye nations, bend; in reverence bend; 1 IN all my vast concerns with thee, To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee eye. 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My public walks, my private ways, WATTS. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 4 O, wondrous knowledge, deep and high; 5 So let thy grace surround me still, 107. To guard my soul from every ill, 1 ERE mountains reared their forms sublime, 2 A thousand ages, in their flight, 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, 4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, Each passing moment so to spend, |