Blind is their wisdom, vain their toil,
By thee, O Lord, unblest.
3 "Tis ours the furrows to prepare,
And sow the precious grain;
"Tis thine to give the sun and air,
And send the genial rain.
4 Evil and good before thee stand,
Their mission to perform;
The sun shines bright at thy command;
Thy hand directs the storm.
5 In all our ways, we humbly own
Thy providential power;
Intrusting to thy care, alone,
The lot of every hour.
HYMN 45. P. M. [#]
God our Redeemer.
1 HIGH o'er the heaven of heavens I saw, and trembled,
O God of gods, thy robes of sacred splendour!
Thunders cherubic shouting, Holy! holy!
Lord God Almighty!
2 Drop down, ye heavens, and pour a flood of glory Ye shades of death, the dawn of life approaches; Mortals shall learn the music of thy thunders,
3 Rise from the dust, arrayed in godlike beauty, O Solyma! immortal joys await thee :
See thy lost race, burst from their chains of darkness, Crowned with salvation.
4 Nations unborn shall throng thy flaming portals; Heaven's bright immortals shout o'er night expiring, And hail the morn that lifts her smiling eyelids,
5 Shout, ye loud winds, the universal triumph; Sing to the world, thy God, thy God descendeth, Lifts his high hand, and swears, I live for ever, Live, thy Redeemer !
1 THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven,-
Those hues, that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3 When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,-
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
HYMN 47. H. M. [#]
Divine Glory.
1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns;
His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty.
His glories shine
With beams so bright,
No mortal eye
Can bear the sight.
2 The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His truth and justice stand
To guard his holy law;
And where his love
Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms
And seals the grace.
3 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name
My Father and my Friend?
I love his name,
I love his word;
Join, all my powers,
And praise the Lord.
1 JEHOVAH reigns! let every nation hear,
And at his footstool bow, with holy fear :
Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,
And all the peopled earth his praise proclaim;
Wide, and more wide, the homage still extending
Through boundless space, and ages never ending.
2 He rules, with wide and absolute command,
O'er the wild ocean and the steadfast land;
Jehovah reigns unbounded and alone,
And all creation hangs beneath his throne:
He reigns alone; let no inferior nature
Usurp the honours of the sole Creator.
3 He bade the struggling beams of infant light Shoot through the massy gloom of ancient night; His spirit hushed the elemental strife,
And fed the kindling flame of nature's life; Seasons and months began their long procession, And measured o'er the year in bright succession.
HYMN 49. 7's M. [#]
Glory to God.
1 GLORY be to God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky:
Lift your voice, ye people all,
Praise the God on whom ye call.
2 God his sovereign sway maintains;
King o'er all the earth he reigns:
All to him lift up their eye;
Every want his hands supply.
3 Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers;
Their all-gracious God is ours.
4 Him, whose joy is to restore,
Him, let all our hearts adore;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,
Glory be to God on high!
HYMN 50. 7's M. [#]
Supreme Adoration.
1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored!
Lord, thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3 There no tongue shall silent be;
All shall join in harmony;
And through heaven's capacious round,
Praise to thee shall ever sound.
4 Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
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