2 But weaker yet that thought must prove, 3 When my dim reason would demand 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! 3 And though most weak our efforts seem Into one creed these thoughts to bind; 1; And vain the intellectual dream, To see and know th' Eternal Mind ;4 Yet Thou wilt turn them not aside, Who cannot solve Thy life divine, But would give up all reason's pride To know their hearts approved by Thine. 5 So though we faint on life's dark hill, And Thought grow weak, and Knowledge flee, Yet Faith shall teach us courage still, 49 O T. W. HIGGINSON. L.M. HEIGHT that doth all height excel, Where the Almighty doth abide ! O awful depth unsearchable, Wherein the Eternal One doth hide! 2 O dreadful glory, that doth make Thick darkness round the heavenly Through which no angel-eye may break, 3 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; 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! 50 POWER. T. H. GILL. 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. YREAT Former of this various frame, GREAT of this venous frame, And bow and tremble while they praise 2 Before Thine infinite survey, And, as to-morrow, shall Thine eye 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 God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne 3 Before the hills in order stood, C.M. |