1 GREAT God, in vain man's narrow view Attempts to look thy nature through: Our laboring powers with reverence own Thy glories never can be known.
2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought, Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find, Or fully trace thy boundless mind.
3 And yet thy kindness deigns to show Enough for mortal minds to know; While wisdom, goodness, power divine, Through all thy works and conduct shine.
4 Oh may our souls with rapture trace Thy works of nature and of grace, Explore thy sacred truth, and still Press on to know and do thy will! 150.
1 LET one loud song of praise arise To God, whose goodness ceaseless flows, Who dwells enthroned above the skies, And life and breath on all bestows.
2 Let all of good this bosom fires, To him, sole good, give praises due; Let all the truth himself inspires Unite to sing him only true.
3 In ardent adoration joined, Obedient to thy holy will,
Let all our faculties, combined, Thy just commands, O God! fulfil.
4 Oh may the solemn-breathing sound Like incense rise before thy throne, Where thou, whose glory knows no bound, Great Cause of all things, dwell'st alone.
"I will that men pray everywhere."
METHODIST COL. 1 THEY who seek the throne of grace, Find that throne in every place: If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere.
2 In our sickness, in our health; In our want, or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere.
3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer: God is present everywhere.
4 Then, my soul, in every strait, To thy Father, come and wait; He will answer every prayer: God is present everywhere.
1 LORD, that I may learn of thee, Give me true simplicity; Wean my soul, and keep it low, Willing thee alone to know.
2 Let me cast my reeds aside, All that feeds my knowing pride; Not to man, but God, submit, Lay my reasonings at thy feet;
158. All from God. Morning or Evening. 1 FATHER, thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide; Every hallowed wish and prayer Has thy hand of love supplied: Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by; Every hope thy offspring is, Beaming from futurity.
2 Every sun of splendid ray; Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene; Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at thy shrine, These, and all life's holiest things, And its fairest, all are thine.
3 And, for all, my hymns shall rise Daily to thy gracious throne: Thither let my asking eyes Turn, unwearied, righteous One. Through life's strange vicissitude, There reposing all my care; Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled there.
God's Power over his Works. H. K. WHITE. | 2 The whole in every part proclaims
1 THE Lord our God is full of might, The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heavenly height The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land, With threatening aspect, roar: The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
Thy infinite good-will:
It shines in stars, and flows in streams, And bursts from every hill.
3 We view it o'er the spreading main, And heavens which spread more wide: It drops in gentle showers of rain, And rolls in every tide.
3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine: 4 Long hath it been diffused abroad,
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not in the mountain pine Disturb the sparrow's nest.
Through ages past and gone; Nor ever can exhausted be,
But still keeps flowing on.
5 Through the whole earth it pours supplies, Spreads joy through every part: Oh may such love attract my eyes, And captivate my heart;
6 My highest admiration raise, My best affections move; Employ my tongue in songs of praise, And fill my heart with love!
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