He spake, and beav'n's high arches rung,

With shouts of loud applause; “ He dy'd” the friendly angels sung,

Nor cease their rapturous joys.

32.

8. New Haven T.

Davis.

The Pardoning God.
REAT God of wonders ! all thy ways

Are matchless, Godlike, and divine; But the fair glories of thy grace

More Godlike and unrival'd thine: Who is a pard’ning God like thee ? Or who has grace so rich and free? Crimes of such horror to forgive,

Such guilty daring worms to spare, This is thy grand prerogative,

And none fhall in the honor share. Who is a pard ning God like thee? Or wbo has grace so rich and free? Angels and men resign your claim

To pity, mercy, love and grace ; These glories crown Jehovah's name

With an incomparable blaze. Who is a pard’ning God like thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? In wonder loft, with trembling joy,

We take the pardon of our God, Pardon, for crimes of deepest dye,

A pardon seal’d with Jesus' blood. Who is a pard’ning God like thee? Or who has grace lo rich and free?

O may this strange this matchless grace,

This Godlike miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,

And all th' angelic choirs above!
Who is a pard’ning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.

L

33. C. M. STEELE.
ORD, when our raptur'd thought surveys

Creation's beauties o'er,
All nature joins to teach thy praise,

And bid our souls adore.
Where'er we turn our gazing eyes,

Thy radiant footsteps fbine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,

And speak their source divine.
The living tribes, of countless forms,

In earth, and sea, and air;
The meanest flies, the smalleft worms

Almighty pow'r declare.
Thy wisdom, pow'r, and goodness, Lord,

In all thy works appear:
And, O' let man thy praise record;

Man, thy diftinguith'd care!
From thee the breath of life he drew ;

That breath thy pow'r maintains;
Thy tender mercy, ever new,

His brittle frame fustains.

Yet nobler favors claim his praife,

Of reason's light possess'd;
By revelation's brightest rays,

Still more divinely bless’d.
Thy providence, his constant guard,

When threat'ning woes impend;
Or will th' impending dangers ward,

Or timely fuccors lend.
On us that providence has shone

With gentle smiling rays ;
O, may our lips, and lives make known

Thy goodness and thy praise !

34,

ME

S. M.
God may Creator and Benefactor.
Y Maker, and my King,

To thee my all I owe;
Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring

From whence my blessings flow.
Thou ever good, and kind,

A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind

My heart to grateful love.
The creature of thy hand,

On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand

More praise than life can give.
Oh! what can I impart,

When all is thine before ?
Thy love demands, a thankful heart,

The gift, alas, how poor!

When in the nippry paths of youth,

With beedless tteps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen conrey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks emplor;
Nor is tbe leaft a chearful beart,

That taftes thoie gifts with joy.
When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works to more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercr shall adore.
Through all eternity to thee

A joyful song I'll raise ;
But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

38. L. M. STEELE.

Tbe Mysteries of Providence.
ORD, how mysterious are thy ways !

L !

Thy steps can mortal eyes explore ?
'Tis ours, to wonder and adore !
Thy deep decrees, from creature fight,
Are hid in fhades of awful night;
Amid the lines, with curious eye,
Not angel minds presume to pry.
Great God, I would not afk to see
What in futurity thall be ;
If light and bliss attend my days,
Then let my future hours be praise.

G

Is darkness and distress my share?
Then let me truft thy guardian care ;
Enough for me, if love divine,
At length through ev'ry cloud lhall shine.
Yet this my soul desires to know,
Be this my only wish below;
“ That Christ is mine!”—This great request
Grant, bounteous God,-and I am bleft!
39. C. M. COWPER.

Another.
IOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants bis footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm,
Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his fou'reigo will.
Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your bead.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But truft him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen faft,

Unfolding ev'ry hour ;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow's.