2 When every eye around me sleeps,
May I not sin without control?
No; for a constant watch he keeps,
On every thought of every soul.
3 If I could find some cave unknown,
Where human feet had never trod,
Yet there I could not be alone,
On every side there would be God.
4 He smiles in heaven, he frowns in hell,
He fills the earth, the air, the sea,
I must within his presence dwell,
I cannot from his anger flee.
5 Yet I may flee; he shows me where
To Jesus Christ he bids me fly;
And while I seek for pardon there,
There's only mercy in his eye.
74 God eternal and unchangeable. C. M GREAT God, how infinite art thou!
frail and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere earth or heaven was made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Nature and time all open lie
To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky,
To the last awful day.
4 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present to thy view,
To thee there's nothing old appears;
And nothing can be new.
5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
LORD, thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.'"
4 How awful is thy searching eye!
Thy knowledge, O how deep! how high!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
50 may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my evil passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.
LMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say writ,
But in thy dreadful book
Against the judgment day.
3 And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and published there?
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
4 Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie;
Upward I dare not look;
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.
5 Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt;
And let his blood wash out my stains
And answer for my guilt.
HOW glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky:
How shall a child presume to sing--
His dreadful majesty.
2 How great his power, none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace;
Not men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before his face.
3 Not angels that stand round the Lord
Can search his secret will;
But they perform his holy word,
And sing his praises still.
4 Then let me join this heavenly train,
And my first offerings bring;.
The God of grace will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
78 God our Heavenly Father. L. M. GREAT God! and wilt thou be so kind
The comfort of a child to mind?
I a poor child, and thou so high,
The Lord of earth, and air, and sky?
2 Art thou my Father? canst thou hear
My feeble and imperfect prayer?
Or wilt thou listen to the praise
That such a one as I can raise?
Art thou my Father? let me be
A meek obedient child to thee;
And try, in word, and deed, and thought,
To serve and please thee as I ought.
4 Art thou my Father? I'll depend
Upon the care of such a friend;
And only wish to do and be
Whatever seemeth good to thee.
5 Art thou my Father? then at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down and take me in thy love,
To be thy better child above.
SING, my soul, his wondrous love,
Who from yon bright world above,
Ever watchful o'er our race,
Still to man extends his grace:
Sing, my soul, his wondrous love.
2 Heaven and earth by him were made,
He by all must be obeyed;
What are we, that he should show
So much love to us below!
Sing, my soul, his wondrous love.
3 God, thus merciful and good,
Bought as with a Saviour's blood;
And, to make our safety sure,
Guides us by his Spirit pure:
Sing, my soul, his wondrous love.
1 Sing, my soul, adore his name,
Let his glory be thy theme;
Praise him till he calls thee home,
Trust his love for all to come:
Praise, O praise, the God of love.
Sincerity in Prayer.
GOD is a Spirit, just and wise.
He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.
2 Nothing but truth before his throne,
With honour can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known,
Through the disguise they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bended knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice
Where not the heart is found.
4 Lord! search my thoughts, and try my ways And make my soul sincere:
Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.
GOD! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:
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