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2 Thee, while the first archangel sinys,
And ranks of shining thrones around
From sin and dust to Thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High. 4 Earth from afar has heard Thy fame, And we have learnt to lisp Thy Name;
But, O, the glories of Thy mind,
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 God is in heaven, and men below; Be short our tunes, our words be few; A sacred reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues.
L.M. |REAT Former of this various frame,
And bow and tremble while they praise
The Ancient of eternal days. 2 Before Thine infinite survey, Creation rose as yesterday;
And, as to-morrow, shall Thine eye
3 Beyond the highest angel's sight, Thou dwellest in eternal light, Which shines with undiminished ray,
While suns and systems waste away. 4 Our days a transient period run, And change with every circling sun;
And while to lengthened years we trust,
Before the moth we sink to dust.
Let the last general fame arise,
And melt the arches of the skies ;-
While grace secures us an abode
UR God, our help in ages past,
And our eternal home :
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
And our defence is sure.
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
Are like an evening gone;
Before the rising sun.
Bears all its sons away;
Dies at the opening day.
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home.
42 THROUGH endless years Thou art the
same, O Thou eternal God ! Ages to come shall know Thy Name,
And spread Thy praise abroad.
Of old by Thee were laid,
With matchless skill was made.
Formed by Thy powerful hand, Be like a vesture laid aside,
And changed at Thy command.
4 But Thy eternal state, O Lord !
No length of time shall waste;
and goodness, truth and grace,
Shalt endless blessings give;
TATE AND BRADY.*
OMNIPRESENCE AND OMNISCIENCE. 43
Thy dwelling is on high ;
That Thou, my God, art nigh :
Feels after Thee in vain,
Or to Thy seat attain;
Thy path, the trackless main.
They thunder forth Thy praise,
The wonders of Thy ways;
4 We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air; The waves obey Thy dread control;
Yet still Thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul,
Who yet is everywhere ? 50! not in circling depth or height,
But in the contrite breast;
There doth His Spirit rest.
44 ATHER and Friend, Thy light, Thy
love, Beaming through all Thy works we see ; Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of Thee.
2 Thy voice we hear-Thy presence feel,
Whilst Thou, too pure for mortal sight, Involved in clouds-invisible,
Reignest the Lord of life and light. 3 We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens Thy throne may be, But this we know, that where Thou art, Strength, wisdom, goodness dwell with