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5 Thou giv'st the word ; thy creature, man,
Is to existence brought;
Return ye into nought.”
In everlasting sleep;
In beauty's pride arrayed ;
All withered and decayed.
TATE & BRADY. God's Eternity and Sovereignty. Ps. 93. 1 WITH glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains. 2 How surely 'stablished is thy throne !
Which shall no change or period see; For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity. 3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high ; But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply. 4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure,
And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.
MRS. STEELE. God eternal and unchangeable. Ps. 102. 1 EARTH'S old foundations thou hast laid;
The heavens - a glorious frame ! By thy almighty hand were spread,
And speak their Maker's name.
By thy controlling power,
But thou shalt still endure.
Eternal as thy days,
With undiminished rays.
Shall own their fathers' God,
And spread thy praise abroad.
God's eternal Dominion.
1 GREAT God, how infinite art thou !
What worthless worms are we!
pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Were all the nations dead,
3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
Great God, there's nothing new. 4. Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares,
Thine undisturbed affairs.
What worthless worms are we!
And pay their praise to thee.
1 GREAT Former of this various frame,
Our souls adore thine awful name,
The Ancient of eternal days.
Thou dwell'st in self-existent light,
While suns and worlds in smoke decay. 3 Our days a transient period run,
And change with every circling sun;
A moth can crush us into dust.
Let death consign us to the ground;
5 Calm as the summer's ocean, we
Can all the wreck of nature see,
In vain my soul would try
The notice of thine eye.
My rising and my rest,
And secrets of my breast. 50, wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide ?
Beset on every side.
, Thy voice would break the bars of death,
And make the grave resign. 5 If, winged with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the west,
Would soon betray my rest. 6 If o'er my sins I think to draw
The curtains of the night,
Would turn the shades to light.
7 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,
Are both alike to thee;
From which I cannot flee!
Watts. The all-seeing God. Ps. 139. 1 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me through ;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 Within thy circling power I stand ;
On every side I find thy hand;
I am surrounded still with God.
What large extent! what lofty height!
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest !
The Same. Ps. 139.
1 COULD I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love,