HYMN S.

GOD.

I. L. M. WILLIAMS'S PSALMS,
The unity of God. Deut. vi. 4.

1 ETERNAL God! Almighty cause

Of earth and seas and worlds unknown;
All things are subject to thy laws;
All things depend on thee alone.
2 Thy glorious being singly stands,
Of all within itself possest;
Control'd by none are thy commands;
Thou from thyself alone art blest.
3 To thee alone ourselves we owe;

Let heav'n and earth due homage pay
All other gods we disavow,

Deny their claims, renounce their sway.
Spread thy great name thro' heathen lands;
Their idol-deities dethrone;

Reduce the world to thy commands;
And reign, as thou art, God alone.

П. L. M. DODDRIDGE.

The Immutability of God, and the Mutability. of the creation. Psalm cii. 25, 28.

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REAT Former of this various frame,
Our souls adore thine awful name;
And bow and tremble while they praise
The Ancient of eternal days.

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2 Thou, Lord, with unsurpris'd survey,
Saw'st nature rising yesterday;
And as to-morrow, shall thine eye
See earth and stars in ruin lie.

3 Beyond an angel's vision bright,
Thou dwell'st in self-existing light;
Which shines with undiminish'd ray,
While suns and worlds in smoke decay,
Our days a transient period run,
And change with ev'ry circling sun;
And in the firmest state we boast,
A moth can crush us into dust.
5 But let the creatures fall around:
Let death consign us to the ground:
Let the last gen'ral flame arise,
And melt the arches of the skies;
6 Calm as the summer's ocean, we
Can all the wreck of nature see,
While grace secures us an abode,
Unshaken as the throne of God.

HI. C. M. WATTS'S LYRIC POEMS
The Infinite.

'HY 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 wondrous 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

4 The myst'ries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
Thoughts can ascend above the sky;
And fly before the winds.

5 Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole,
But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul.

6 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in thee
But boundless inconceivables,

And vast eternity.

IV. C. M. WATTS'S LIRIC POEMS. Divine Sovereignty; or, God's Dominion and

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Decrees.

EEP silence all created things,
And wait your Maker's nod:

My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honours of her God.

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown Hang on his firm decree :

He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.

3 Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies,
With all the fates of men,
With ev'ry angel's form and size,
Drawn by th' eternal pen,

4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine;
Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke
Fulfils some deep design.

5 Here, he exalts neglected worms
To sceptres and a crown;.

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And there, the following page he turns
And treads the monarch down.
6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God the reason gives;
Nor dares the favourite angel pry
Between the folded leaves.

7 My God, I would not long to see
My fate with curious eyes,
What gloomy lines are writ for me,
Or what bright scenes may rise.
In thy fair book of life and grace,
may I find my name,

Recorded in some humble place,
Beneath my Lord the lamb!

V. L. M. WATTS' LYRIC POEMS.
God Supreme and Self-sufficient.
WHAT is our God, or what his name,

Nor men can learn, nor angels teach
He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor tho'ts can reach.
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.
He spoke the wondrous word, and lo!
Creation rose at his command:
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand.

4 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.

The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,

Measuring their changes by the moo?