3 The fields provide me food, and shew

The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow,

In thy most holy word.
4 Here are my choicest treasures bid,

Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,

And hence my hopes arise.
5 Then let me love my Bible more,

And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

C. M. Excellency of the Scriptures.

STEELE 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word >

What endless glory shines !
For ever be thy name ador'd,

For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want,

Exhaustless riches find;
Ricbes above what earth can grant,

And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grow's,

And yields a free repast:
Sublimer sweets than nature knows,

Invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice,

Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys,

Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heav'nly pages be

My ever fresh delight ;
And still new beauties may I see,

And still increasing light.

DIVINE PERFECTIONS.

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,
I see him in the ev’ning cloud,

And in the morning sky.
3 He lives, be reigns in ev'ry land,

From winter's polar snows,
To where across the burning sand

The blasting meteor glows.

4 He smiles, we live-he frowns, we die

We hang upon bis word;
He rears bis red right arm on high,

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!

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L. M.

God's Omniscience and Omni

presence.

BLACKLOCK.

F
VATHER of all! omniscient mind!

Thy wisdom who can comprehend?
Its highest point what eye can find,
Or to its lowest depths descend?

2 What cavern deep, what hill sublime,

Beyond thy reach shall I pursue?
Wbat dark recess, what distant clime,
Shall bide me from thy boundless view ?

3 If up to heav'n's ethereal height,

Thy prospect to elude, I rise ;
In splendour there, supremely bright,
Thy presence shall my sight surprise.

4 Thee, mighty God! my wond'ring soul,

Thee, all, her conscious pow'rs adore;
Whose being circumscribes the whole,

Whose eyes the universe explore.
5 To thee, from whom my being came,

Whose smile is all the heav'n I know!
Inspir'd with this exalted theme,

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!
Boundless thy might and majesty,

And unconfin'd thy throne.
2 Thy glories shine of wondrous size

And wondrons large thy grace :
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,

And Gabriel veils his face. 3 Thine essence is a vast abyss

Which angels cannot sound,
An ocean of infinities

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. ! Reason may grasp the massy hills,

And stretch from pole to pole ;
But half thy name our spirit fills,

And overloads our soul.

1
5 In vain our baughty reason swells,

For nothing's found in thee
But boundless inconceivables,

And vast eternity.

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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

reach.

2 The spacious worlds of heav'nly light,

Compar'd with him, how short they fall!
They are too dark, and he too bright,
Nothing are they, and God is all !

3 He spake the wondrous word, and lo,

Creation rose at his command :
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand.

1 There rests the earth, there roll the spheres,

There nature leans, and feels her prop:
But his own self-sufficience bears
The weight of his own glories up.