47 The heavens declare the glory of God. -Ps. xix. 1. f1With all the blue ethereal sky, 2 The unwearied sun, from day to day p 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 4 While all the stars that round her buru, Move round this dark terrestrial ball? f6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; YES ES, God is good,-in earth and sky, From ocean-depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices ever cry, 'God made us all, and God is good.' mf 2 The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling host, all join to say, In accents clear, that God is good.' 3 The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed; And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whispers, 'God is good.' mf 4 I hear it in the rushing breeze; cr f The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky, and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, 'God is good.' 5 Yes, God is good,' all nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that 'God is good.' 6 For all Thy gifts I bless Thee, Lord; But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening [good.' word: These prompt our song that 'God is J. Hampden Gurney. 2 The works of God above, below, cr 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. f 4 One name, above all glorious names, p 5 The dew of heaven is like Thy grace: It steals in silence down; But, where it lights, the favoured place 6 Thou who hast given me eyes to see, John Keble. 500 that I knew where I might find 1 WH Him!-JOB Xxiii. 3. HERE art Thou, Lord? With anxious eyes We pierce the vaulted night; World after world we see, but Thou Art veiled from mortal sight. 2 Where art Thou, Lord? The riven rock Age after age we track, but Thou 3 Where art Thou, Lord? The mind of man Each secret law unfolds, On eagle wing Thy world surveys, 4 Where art Thou, Lord? We wait Thy word, Speak, and Thy presence prove: Yea, now we feel that Thou art near; We know Thee when we love! W. D. Bushell. Salzburg. 7s., eight lines. T. ROSENMÜLLER. A - men. Hell 51 Whom have I in heaven but Thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside Thee.-Ps. lxxiii. 25. LORD of earth, Thy forming hand Well this beauteous frame hath Woods that wave and hills that tower, dim Yet, amid this scene so fair Should I cease Thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I on earth but Thee? mf 2 Lord of heaven, beyond our sight p 3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast I was lost, Thy accents mild cr Homeward lured Thy wandering child; dim O should once Thy smile divine Cease upon my soul to shine, What were heaven or earth to me? R. Grant. 52 I dwell in the high and holy place.-ISA. lvii. 15. 1 BEYOND, beyond that boundless sent, Above that dome of sky, Further than thought itself can flee, Yet dear the awful thought to me, That Thou, my God, art nigh ; er 2 Art nigh, and yet my labouring mind Thee in these works of power to find, Thy messenger, the stormy wind, f 3 These speak of Thee with loud acclaim, 53 (3) PROVIDENCE. I will keep thee in all places whither thou goest.-GEN. xxviii. 15. 10 GOD of Bethel, by whose hand Who through this earthly pilgrimage 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God 3 Through each perplexing path of life 4 0 spread Thy covering wings around, 5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand Philip Doddridge. 54 One generation shall praise Thy works to another, and shall declare Thy mighty acts.-Ps. cxlv. 4. f1LONG as I live I'll bless Thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same 2 Great is the Lord, His power unknown, I'll sing the honours of Thy throne, 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; 4 Fathers to sons shall teach Thy name, 5 The world is governed by Thy hands, |