His is the power of life and death,
Through air, and earth, and seas,
He speaks, and that almighty breath
Fulfils His great decrees.
His every word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies,
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.
O might I hear Thine heavenly tongue
But whisper, "Thou art mine!"
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.
How would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think my heaven secure!
I trust the all-creating voice,
And faith desires no more.
Job 26.-God incomprehensible and glorious.
YAN creatures to perfection find
Th' eternal, uncreated Mind?
Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search His nature out?
'Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell;
And what can mortals know or tell?
His glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all the shining worlds on high.
God is a King of power unknown,
Firm are the orders of His throne;
If He resolve, who dare oppose,
Or ask Him why or what He does?
He wounds the heart, and He makes whole;
He calms the tempest of the soul;
When He shuts up in long despair,
Who can remove the heavy bar?
He frowns, and darkness veils the moon ;
The fainting sun grows dim at noon;
The pillars of heaven's starry roof
Tremble and start at His reproof.
He gave the vaulted heaven its form,
The crooked serpent, and the worm;
He breaks the billows with His breath,
And smites the sons of pride to death.
These are a portion of His ways;
But who shall dare describe His face?
Who can endure His light, or stand
To hear the thunders of His hand?
GOD'S PERFECTIONS AND GLORY.
REAT God! Thy glories shall employ
My holy fear, my humble joy;
My lips in songs of honour bring
Their tribute to th' eternal King.
Earth, and the stars, and worlds unknown,
Depend precarious on His throne;
All nature hangs upon His word,
And grace and glory own their Lord.
His sovereign power what mortal knows?
If He command, who dare oppose?
With strength He girds Himself around,
And treads the rebels to the ground.
Who shall pretend to teach Him skill,
Or guide the counsels of His will?
His wisdom, like a sea Divine,
Flows deep and high beyond our line.
His name is holy, and His eye
Burns with immortal jealousy;
He hates the sons of pride, and sheds
His fiery vengeance on their heads.
The beamings of His piercing sight
Bring dark hypocrisy to light;
Death and destruction naked lie,
And hell uncovered to His eye.
Th' eternal law before Him stands;
His justice, with impartial hands,
Divides to all their due reward,
Or by the sceptre or the sword.
like a boundless sea,
Washes our load of guilt away;
While His own Son came down and died
To engage His justice on our side.
Each of His words demands my faith;
My soul can rest on all He saith ;
His truth inviolably keeps
The largest promise of His lips.
O tell me, with a gentle voice,
"Thou art my God," and I'll rejoice!
Filled with Thy love, I dare proclaim
The brightest honours of Thy name.
H. 167, B. 2.
NOW TO THE KING ETERNAL AND INVISIBLE.
LORD, we are blind, we mortals blind,
We can't behold Thy bright abode;
O'tis beyond a creature mind
To glance a thought half way to God!
Infinite leagues beyond the sky
The great Eternal reigns alone,
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the lofty throne.
The Lord of glory builds His seat
Of gems insufferably bright,
And lays beneath His sacred feet
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
Yet, glorious Lord, Thy gracious eyes
Look through and cheer us from above;
Beyond our praise Thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.
OW shall I praise the eternal God,
That infinite unknown?
Who can ascend His high abode,
Or venture near His throne?
The great Invisible ! He dwells
Concealed in dazzling light;
But His all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.
Those watchful eyes that never sleep
Survey the world around;
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.
Speak we of strength? His arm is strong
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years His life prolongs,
And endless is His joy.
He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters His decrees;
Firm as a rock His truth remains
To guard His promises.
Sinners before His presence die ;
How holy is His name!
His anger and His jealousy
Burn like devouring flame.
Justice on her imperial throne
Maintains the rights of God;
While Mercy sends her pardons down,
Bought with a Saviour's blood.
Now to my soul, immortal King,
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.
ACCESS BY A MEDIATOR.
YOME let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.
Once on the holy mount He stood,
In tempest, clouds, and flame:
Our God appeared consuming fire
To those who feared His name.
But now the word of life and love
He speaks from highest heaven;
The blood of sprinkling has a voice
Which tells of sins forgiven.
Now we may bow before His feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards His seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.
The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are opened by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach the almighty throne.
All glory to the eternal King,
Who gave His Son to die;
To Thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high.
GOD GLORIFIED AND SINNERS SAVED.
ATHER, how wide Thy glories shine!
How high Thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.
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