A wreath of lightning arms his crown, III. Celestial King, our spirits lie IV. When shall we see the Great Unknown, V. In thee what endless wonders meet! VI. Angels are lost in sweet surprize And humble awe runs through the skies, VII. When mercy joins with majesty, To spread their beams abroad, Not all their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a God. VIII. Thy works the strongest seraph sings And labours hard on all his strings Created pow'rs, how weak they be! HYMN III. C. M. God's Dominion and Decrees. I. KEEP silence all created things, And wait your Maker's nod: The Muse stands trembling while he sings The honours of her GoD. II. Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, He sits on no precarious throne, III. Th' Almighty Voice bid ancient Night IV. Now Wisdom with superior sway V. He spake: The sun obedient stood, Old Jordan backward drives his flood, And disappoints the sea. VI. Lord of the armies of the sky, VII. Chain'd to his throne a volume lies, VIII His providence unfolds the book, And makes his counsels shine: Each opening leaf, and ev'ry stroke Fulfils some deep design. IX, Here he exalts neglected worms X. Not Gabriel asks the reason why, XI. My God, I never long'd to see XII. In thy fair book of life and grace HYMN IV. L. M. A Song of Praise to God I. GOD the universal King Let all the kind their tribute bring: All that have breath, your voices raise, In songs of never-ceasing praise. II. The spacious earth on which we tread, III. Here the bright sun that rules the day, IV. When from his courts the sun retires, V. The list'ning earth with rapture hears And all her tribes the notes repeat, That God is wise, and good, and great. VI, But men, endow'd with nobler pow'rs, HYMN V. C. M. Felicity Above. I No, 'tis in vain to seek for bliss ; For bliss can ne'er be found "Till we arrive where JESUS is, And tread on heav'nly ground. II. There's nothing round these painted skies, Or round this dusty clod; Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys, Or lovely as thy GOD. III. 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love, Is but to see his face. IV. Why move my years in slow delay? O GOD of ages! why? Let the sphere cleave, and mark my way To the superior sky. |