No ebb his sea of glory knows;
His age is one eternal noon.

6 Then fly, my song, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Gabriel raise;
All nature dwell upon the sound,
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.

VI. C. M. WATTS'S HYMNS.
God's eternity.

RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground z
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,

And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound
To praise th' eternal God."

3 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his throne,

Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.

3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity's his dwelling-place,

And ever is his time.

4 While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal now,
And sees our ages waste.

5 The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast destruction come!
The creatures-look! how old they grow,
And wait their fi'ry doom.

6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies;
My God shall live an endless day,
When th' old creation dies.

VII. L. M.

WATT'S HYMNs.

God invisible.

LORD, we are blind, we mortals blind;
We can't behold thy bright abode;
O! 'tis beyond a creature's mind,
To glance a thought half way to God:
2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,.
The great Eternal reigns alone,
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3 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.

CREATION.

VIII. C. M. WATTS'S LYRIC POEMS:
A Song to creating Wisdom.

ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise;

Thee the creation sings:

With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas And heaven's high palace rings.

2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!

Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.
Thy glories blaze all nature round,
d strike the gazing sight,

Through skies and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

4 Infinite strength, and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroads
Our souls with vast amazement fill
And speak the builder God.

5 But still the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine in Jesus's face,
We see, adore and love.

PROVIDENCE,

IX, C. M. COWPER.

The mysteries of Providence; or, light shining out of darkness. 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Abound with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

Mysteries to be explained hereafter. John xiii. 7 REAT God of providence! thy ways Are hid from mortal sight;

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Wrapt in impenetrable shades,

Or cloth'd with dazzling light.
2 The wondrous methods of thy grace
Evade the human eye;

The nearer we attempt t' approach
The farther off they fly.

3 But in the world of bliss above,
Where thou dost ever reign,
These myst'ries shall be all unveil'd

And not a doubt remain.

4 The Son of Righteousness shall there
His brightest beams display,
And not a hovering cloud obscure
That never-ending day.

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XI. C. M. ADDISON

The Traveller's Psalm.

OW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord,
How sure is their defence!

Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes they pass unhurt,

And breathe in tainted air.

When by the dreadful tempest borne,
High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will:

The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

In 'midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness we'll adore;

We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

Our life, while thou preserv'st that life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to thee.

Knowledge at present imperfect. 1 Cor. xiii, 9
1 THY way, O God, is in the sea,
Thy paths I cannot trace;

Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thy abounding grace.

2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense,
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence,

My wand'ring thoughts confound,

3 When I behold thy awful hand
My earthly hopes destroy;
In deep astonishment I stand,
And ask the reason, why?

4 As through a glass I dimly see
The wonders of thy love,