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3 The fields provide me food, and shew
The goodness of the Lord;
In thy most holy word.
Here my best comfort lies;
And hence my hopes arise.
And take a fresh delight,
C. M. Excellency of the Scriptures.
STEELE 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word >
What endless glory shines !
For these celestial lines.
Exhaustless riches find;
And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grow's,
And yields a free repast:
Invite the longing taste.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice,
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
Attend the blissful sound.
My ever fresh delight ;
And still increasing light.
5c. M. The Power of God. H. K. WAITE
THE Lord our God is Lord of all,
His station who can find ! I hear him in the waterfall!
I hear him in the wind!
2 If in the gloom of night I shroad,
His face I cannot fly,
And in the morning sky.
From winter's polar snows,
The blasting meteor glows.
4 He smiles, we live-he frowns, we die
We hang upon bis word;
And ruin bears his sword.
5 He bids his blasts the field deform
Then, when bis thunders cease, He rises and controls the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace!
God's Omniscience and Omni
Thy wisdom who can comprehend?
2 What cavern deep, what hill sublime,
Beyond thy reach shall I pursue?
3 If up to heav'n's ethereal height,
Thy prospect to elude, I rise ;
4 Thee, mighty God! my wond'ring soul,
Thee, all, her conscious pow'rs adore;
Whose eyes the universe explore.
Whose smile is all the heav'n I know!
To thee my grateful strains shall flow. 7
C. M. The Infinite. Watts's LYRICS. 1 THY names, how infinite they be!
Great Everlasting One!
And unconfin'd thy throne.
And wondrons large thy grace :
And Gabriel veils his face. 3 Thine essence is a vast abyss
Which angels cannot sound,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd. ! Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole ;
And overloads our soul.
For nothing's found in thee
And vast eternity.
L. M. God Supreme. Watts’s Lyrics.
Normen can learn, nor angels teach; He dwells conceal'd in radient flame, Where neither eyes, nor thoughts, can
2 The spacious worlds of heav'nly light,
Compar'd with him, how short they fall!
3 He spake the wondrous word, and lo,
Creation rose at his command :
1 There rests the earth, there roll the spheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop: