2 But weaker yet that thought must prove, 3 When my dim reason would demand Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast, And all is dark as night to me, Here, as on solid rock, I rest, That so it seemeth good to Thee. 5 Be this my joy, that evermore But all creation dwells in Thee, And Thy great life through all doth flow. 2 And yet, O strange and wondrous thought! And then most weak our efforts seem are creed these thoughts to bind ; And win the intellectual dream, 74 see and know th' Eternal Mind ;— Teha vilt to them not aside, Far mor solve Thy life divine, fun would give up all reason's pride Ty know their hearts approved by Thine. - Sr though we faint on life's dark hill, And Thought grow weak, and Knowledge fier Yer Faith shall teach us courage still, T. W. HIGGINSON. 40 L.M. EFIGHT that doth all height excel, : O dreadful glory, that doth make throns. Through which no angel-eye may break, Our fainting souls the quest give o'er, 4 Vain searchers! but we need not mourn; We need not stretch our weary wings; Thou meetest us where'er we turn; Thou beamest, Lord, from all bright things. 5 The glory no man may abide Doth visit us, a gracious guest; Thou whom excess of light" doth hide Here shinest, sweetly manifest. 6 To us, vain searchers after God, To us, the Holy Ghost doth come; From us Thou hidest Thine abode; But Thou wilt make our souls Thy home. 7 O Glory that no eye may bear! O Presence bright, our souls' sweet O farthest off! O ever near! Most hidden and most manifest! POWER. T. H. GILL. 50 GOD! Thy power is wonderful, Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, 2 Thy justice is the gladdest thing Thy tenderness so meek, it wins C. M. 2 Thee, while the first archangel sings, He hides his face beneath his wings; And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? From sin and dust to Thee we cry, 4 Earth from afar has heard Thy fame, Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 God is in heaven, and men below ; 40 WATTS. * L.M. GREAT Former of this various frame, Our souls adore Thine awful Name, 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 See earth and stars in ruin lie. 3 Beyond the highest angel's sight, Which shines with undiminished ray, 4 Our days a transient period run, 5 But let the creatures fall around; 41 DODDRIDGE.* Our hope for years to come, 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne 3 Before the hills in order stood, C.M. |