317.-C.M. Great is our Lord, and of great power ; his understanding is infinite. COME seraph, lend your heavenly tongue, Or harp of golden string, raise a lofty song Thy names, how infinite they be, Great Everlasting One! And unconfined thy throne. Thy glories shine of wondrous size, And wondrous large thy grace; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes And Gabriel veils his face. Thine essence is a vast abyss, Which angels cannot sound, An ocean of infinities Where all our thoughts are drowned. The mysteries of creation lie Beneath enlightened minds ; Thoughts can ascend above the sky, And fly before the winds; Reason may grasp the massy hills, And stretch from pole to pole, But half thy name our spirit fills And overloads our soul. In vain our haughty reason swells For nothing's found in Thee, And vast eternity! 318.-C.M. The Lord God merciful and gracious, longsuffer ing, and abundant in goodness and truth. THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore ; A sea without a shore. Sun, moon and stars, thy love attest ray ; And love restores the day. Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields ; With harvests wave the fields. But chiefly thy compassions, Lord, Are in the gospel seen; Without a cloud between. 319.-8.7.4. Praise ye the Lord. PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven ; To his feet thy tribute bring : Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing? Praise Him! praise Him! Praise Him for his grace and favour, To our fathers in distress : Praise Him! praise Him ! Father-like He tends and spares us : Well our feeble frame He knows ; Praise Him! praise Him! Angels, help us to adore Him, Ye behold Him face to face : Sun and Moon, bow down before Him, Dwellers all in time and space, Praise Him ! praise Him! Praise with us the God of grace. 320.-7s. All thy works shall praise Thee, O Lord! and thy saints shall bless Thee. HARK, my soul, how every thing Though their voices lower be, but still sing on. All the flowers that gild the spring Only we can scarce afford Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart, Call whole nature to thy aid, song, 321.-L.M. God most high. O GOD, thou fathomless abyss; Thee to perfection who can know? Thy countless attributes to show? Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, Essential life's unbounded sea! It lives and moves, and is from Thee. Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky, Or shuns, or meets, the wandering thought, Escapes or strikes, the searching eye, By Thee was to perfection brought. High is thy power above all height; Whate'er thy will decrees is done : Thy wisdom, equal to thy might, Only to Thee, O God, is known ! What our dim eye could never see, Is plain and naked to thy sight; What thickest darkness veils, to Thee Shines clearly as the morning light. |