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H. K. WHITE.
The winds obey his will ;
The rolling sun stands still.
With threatening aspect roar;
And chains you to the shore.
Without his high behest,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
In distant peals it dies;
And sweeps the howling skies.
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
To celebrate our God.
In vain my soul would try
The notice of thine eye.
My rising and my rest;
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're formed within ;
He knows the sense I mean.
Where can a creature hide ?
Beset on every side.
And like a bulwark prove,
Secured by sovereign love.
SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.
Eternity of God.
Or heaven and earth in order stood,
From everlasting thou art God.
2 A thousand ages, in their flight,
With thee are as a fleeting day;
At once their various scenes display.
A passing thought, that soon is o'er,
And fills the musing mind no more.
Each passing moment so to spend,
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high ;
That thou, my God, art nigh.
Through the wide fields of air ;
Yet still thou art not there.
Who yet is everywhere?
But in the conscious breast,
There does his spirit rest.
And make thy creatures blest.
WATTS The all-seeing God. 1 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
every side I find thy hand : Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
What large extent! what lofty height!
4 O may these thoughts possess my breast
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
L. M. 61. MONTGOMERY.
God Good and Omniscient.
O God ! to me,-how great the sum!
2 Search me, O God! and know
From every false and evil way:
Thy wisdom who can comprehend ?
Or to its lowest depths descend ? 2 If up to heaven's ethereal height,
Thy prospect to elude, I rise,
Thy presence shall my sight surprise.
Thee, all her conscious powers adore
4 Thine essence fills this breathing frame;
It glows in every vital part,
And feeds with life each beating heart. 5 To thee, from whom our being came,
Whose smile is all the heaven we know,
To thee our grateful strains shall flow.
How weak and frail are we !
And homage pay to thee.
Ěre carth or heaven was made;
Were all the nations dead.
Stands present in thy view;
Great God, there's nothing new.
And vexed with trifling cares,
Thine undisturbed affairs.
And royal state maintains,