Unfathomable depths Thou art!
O plunge us in thy mercy's sea;
With faith divine o'erwhelm my heart;
With love embrace and cover me.

322.-L.M.

"O God most hidden and most manifest."

St. Augustine.

O HEIGHT that doth all height excel,
Where the Almighty doth abide !

O awful depth unsearchable,

Wherein the Eternal One doth hide!

- O dreadful glory that doth make

Thick darkness round the Heavenly Throne, Through which no angel eye may break, Wherein the Lord doth dwell alone!

Our fainting souls the quest give o'er,
Their weary wings no longer try ;
His dwelling we may not explore,
We may not on his glory pry.

What secret place, what distant star,
Is like, dread Lord, to thine abode ?
Why dwellest Thou from us so far?
We yearn for Thee, Thou Hidden God!

Vain searchers! but we need not mourn,
We need not stretch our weary wings;
Thou meetest us, where'er we turn,

Thou beamest, Lord, from all bright things.

The glory no man may abide
Doth visit us, a gracious guest,
Thou, whom excess of light' doth hide,
Here shinest sweetly manifest.

But sweetest, Lord, dost Thou appear
In the dear Saviour's smiling face;
The Heavenly Majesty draws near
And offers us its soft embrace.

To us, vain searchers after God,

To us the Holy Ghost doth come: From us Thou hidest thine abode,

But Thou wilt make our souls thy home.

O Glory that no eye may bear !—

O Presence Bright, our souls' sweet Guest! O farthest off, O ever near!

Most Hidden and most Manifest!

323.-C.M.

This glorious and fearful name, THE LORD THY GOD.

WHO dares attempt th' Eternal Name
With notes of mortal sound?
Dangers and glories guard the theme
And spread despair around.

Destruction waits to obey his frown,
And Heaven attends his smile;
A wreath of lightning arms his crown,
But love adorns it still.

Celestial King, our spirits lie
Trembling beneath thy feet,
And wish, and cast a longing eye
To reach thy lofty seat.

When shall we see the great unknown,
And in thy presence stand?
Reveal the splendours of thy throne,
But shield us with thy hand.

In Thee what endless wonders meet!
What various glory shines!
The crossing rays too fiercely beat
Upon our fainting minds.

Angels are lost in sweet surprise
If Thou unveil thy grace;

And humble awe runs through the skies,
When wrath arrays thy face.

When mercy joins with majesty
To spread their beams abroad,
Not all the fairest minds on high
Are shadows of a God.

Thy works the strongest seraph sings
In a too feeble strain,

And labours hard on all his strings
To reach thy thoughts in vain.

Created powers, how weak they be!
How short our praises fall!

So much akin to nothing we,
And Thou the Eternal All.

INDEX OF CHANTS.

And there shall come forth a rod-Is. xi.

Behold a king shall reign—Is. xxxii,-xxxv.

From the recesses

Hallelujah! for the Lord God-Rev. xix.
Ho, every one that thirsteth-Is. lv.
Holy, holy, holy-Rev. iv.

If in this life only-1 Cor. xv.
In the last days-Micah iv.

It is of the Lord's mercies-Lam. iii.

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My soul doth magnify the Lord—Luke i.

O Lord, I have heard thy speech-Hab. iii.

The chariot! the chariot!

Though I speak with the tongues-1 Cor. xiii.