GOD'S MERCIES. "Every day will I bless Thee; and I will praise Thy name for ever and ever." WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, O how shall words with equal warmth That glows within my ravished heart? Thy providence my life sustained, To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, And through the pleasing snares of vice When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has doubled all my store. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life When nature fails, and day and night Divide Thy works no more, SOUL! fear not lest the harmony O! all the while the spheres are ringing, Yea, while the seven bright Heavens are singing, While all the people of the sky Unto their Lord make melody, — The Lord still listens for thy part! The humblest voice "My God!" that crieth. LAMARTINE. THE BOOK OF NATURE. "All Thy works praise Thee, O Lord, and Thy saints shall bless Thee." THERE is a book, who runs may read, And all the lore its scholars need, The works of God above, below, The glorious sky embracing all Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the sea and sky. Thou, who hast given me eyes to see Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere. KEBLE. THY KINGDOM COME. LISTEN, awake, inquire: What doth the watchman cry? What doth the watchman say, Whose call the slumberer wakes? "The night hath nearly passed away; The morning breaks." Priests! statesmen! be not dumb; Princes and nobles all! Hark to the solemn cry : Beneath your Judge oppressions fall · Your time draws nigh. Tremble, ye men of ease, Who worship self for God: Wide sweeps the sword of His decrees: Severe His rod ! Stand up and brace the heart; Take courage, brethren brave! |