There's not a tree, or plant, or flower,
But blooms thy wisdom and thy power.
2 The meanest worm that crawls the ground,
The shining heav'ns extensive round;
Angels and men, join to proclaim
The matchless wonders of thy name.
3 But still, with transport, we survey
A more divinely-bright display
Of Godhead, in its grandest forms,
When Jesus dwells with mortal worms.
4 In him, the first born Son we trace
The brightness of the Father's face,
Where love and majesty combine
Where truth and mercy meet and shine.
5 Angels may bend in deep amaze,
Adoring thy mysterious ways
Of love divine; while human tongues
Proclaim free grace in loudest songs.
95. L. M. Dr. Doddridge.
God's goodness to the children of men. Ps. vii. 31.
1 YE sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his pow'r and goodness sound
Through all your tribes the earth around.
Let the high heavens your songs invite
Those spacious fields of brilliant light;
Where sun and moon and planets roll;
And stars that glow from pole to pole.
3 View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns;
That land remotest nations joins,
And on each wave his goodness shines.
4 But O that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
God's only son in flesh array'd,
For man a bleeding victim made.
5 Thither my soul with rapture soar!
There in the land of praise adore;
The theme demands an angel's lay-
Demands an everlasting day.
96. L. M. Cowper.
Grace and Providence.
1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wond'rous hand!
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.
2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good,
My soul is nourish'd by thy word,
Let soul and body praise the Lord.
3 Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again ;
From Satan's malice shields my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.
4 Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,.
An angel's song can do no more.
Universal presence. Psalm cxxxix.
1 IN the wide waste of water,
So vast and so clear,
How delightful to think,
That my Saviour is here;
As much with this vessel,
Where'er it may roam,
As with those whom we love,
And have quitted at home.
2 Eternal pervader-
Protector of all!
Thou hearest the prayer
Of the weakest who call;
From thee never distant,
Wherever we are,
Thy love is our pole,
And our point, and our star.
3 Forgive us and bless us,
Thou only cans't bless;
Thou knowest-we do not,
Each future distress;
O guard us, and keep us,
And bring us again
To the land of our home,
From the boisterous main.
Divine omnipresence. Psalm cxxxix.
1 WHERE from thy spirit shall I stretch The pinions of my flight?
Or where thro' nature's spacious range,
Shall I elude thy sight?
2 Scal'd I the skies; the blaze divine
Would overwhelm my soul:
Plung'd I to hell, there should I hear,
Thine awful thunders roll.
3 If on a morning's darting ray,
With matchless speed I rode,
And flew to the wild lonely shore,
That bounds the ocean's flood.
4 Thither thy hand, all-present God!
Must guide the wond'rous way,
And thine omnipotence support,
The fabric of my clay.
5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee;
O may I ne'er provoke that power,
From which I cannot flee.
Providence universal. Psalm cxlv.
1 TEMPESTS arise, when God appoints,
And mighty oceans roar,
He bids the winds and waves be still,
And strait the storm is o'er.
2 Without him not a sparrow falls,
Nor eagle cuts the air,
But saints amid these changing scenes,
Are his peculiar care.
3 If light attends the course I run,
"Tis he provides those rays,
And 'tis his hand that hides my sun,
If darkness cloud my days.
4 Through regions, distant and unknown,
His providence extends,
Then let his praises fly abroad,
To earth's remotest ends.
1 "COME, sinners," saith the mighty God, "Heinous as all your crimes have been,
Lo! I descend from mine abode
To reason with the sons of men.
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