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2 If, mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the western sea,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
Beneath the spreading veil of night,
Would kindle darkness into day. 4 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 5 O, may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest !
J. Q. Adams.
1 O LORD, thy all-discerning eyes
My inmost purpose see;
Alike disclosed to thee :
Broad noon, and deepest night,
Are open to thy sight.
And feel thy heavy hand ;
To reach or understand :
What of thy wonders can I know?
What of thy purpose see?
Where from thy presence flee? 3 If I ascend to heaven on high,
Or make my bed in hell ;
O’er ocean's bounds to dwell;
Amid the gloom of night,
The darkness and the light.
Wisdom. Prov. viïi.
1 SHALL Wisdom cry aloud,
And not her speech be heard ?
Deserves it no regard ? 2 "I was his chief delight,
His everlasting Son,
Creation, was begun.
Before the solid land,
I dwelt at his right hand. 4.6 When he adorned the skies,
And built them, I was there,
And marshal every star.
5 “ When he poured out the sea,
And spread the flowing deep,
In its own bounds to keep.
Ye children, and be wise:
The man that shuns them dies."
WATTS. Creating Wisdom. 1 ETERNAL Wisdom ! thee we praise ;
Thee the creation sings ; With thy loud name rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace, rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!
And starred with sparkling gold! 3 The noisy winds stand ready there
Thy orders to obey ; With sounding wings they sweep the air,
To make thy chariot way. 4 There, like a trumpet loud and strong,
Thy thunder shakes our coast, While the red lightnings wave along
The banners of thine host.
Observe thy strong command;
Or sink them to the sand.
6 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
With terror and delight.
Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God.
WATTS. The Wisdom of God in his Works. Ps. 111. 1 SONGS of immortal praise belong
To my Almighty God;
To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand has wrought !
How glorious in our sight!
His wonders with delight.
How wise the Eternal Mind !
That his first thoughts designed.
Thy heavenly skill proclaim ;
But learn to read thy name?
Is our divinest skill ;
That best obeys thy will.
WATTS. The Wisdom of God in the Formation of Man. Ps. 139. 1 WHEN I, with pleasing wonder, stand,
And all my frame survey,
Thus built my humble clay.
Where unborn nature grew;
And all my members drew.
The growth of every part,
Was copied by thy art. 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Show me thy wondrous skill;
Diviner wonders still.
My flesh proclaims thy praise ;
Thy miracles of grace.
Shall fill the remnant of my days,