« ПредишнаНапред »
REFLECTIONS ON THE BEING OF A GOD.
RETIRE;—the world shut out ;--thy thoughts call home;-
SEARCH AFTER GOD.
I sought Thee ronnd about, O) thou my God!
In thine abode.
I ask't myself, what this great God might be
That fashion'd me?
Surpassing sense ;
Lord over all;
He is the well of life, for He doth give
To all that live,
Both of the water,
He hath the list;
And now, my God, by thine illumining grace,
Thy glorions face,
Methinks I see;
To human sight,
O make us apt to seeke, and quicke to finde,
Thou God, most kinde!
Thon God, most just!
Most Good, most Great!
THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS In its sublime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean deep-may
count O thou eternal One ! whose presence bright | The sands or the sun's rays-but, God! for
Thee All space doth occupy, all motion guide, Unchang'd through time's all-devastating There is no weight nor measure; none can flight;
mount Thou only God! There is nu God beside!
Up to Thy mysteries; Reason's brightest Being above all beings ! Mighty One!
spark, Whom none can comprehend and none ex. Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would
plore ; Who fill'st existence with Thyself alone :
To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark : Embracing all,-supporting,-ruling o'er, And thought is lost ere thought can soar so Being whom we call GOD-and know no high,
Even like past moments in eternity.
Thou from primeval nothingness didst call Nought! But the effluence of Thy light
Pervading worlds, hath reach'd my bosom Eternity had its foundation ;-all
too; Sprong forth from Thee :-of light, joy, Yes! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine, harmony,
As shines the sun-beam in a drop of dew. Sole origin :-all life, all beauty Thine. Nought! but I live, and on hope's pinions fiy Thy word created all, and doth create ; Eager towards Thy presence; for in Thee Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine; I live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high, Thou art, and wast, and shalt be! Glorious ! Even to the throne of Thy divinity: Great!
I am O God! and surely Thou inust be! Light-giving, life-sustaining Potentate !
Thou art ! directing, guiding all, Thou art ! Thy chains the unmeasured universe sur- Direct my understanding then to Thee ; round:
Control my spirit, guide my wandering Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspir'd with breath!
Though but an atom 'midst immensity : Thon the beginning with the end hast bound, Still I am something, fashion'd by Thy hand! And beautifully mingled life and death! I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth, As sparks mount upwards from the fiery On the last verge of mortal being stand, blaze,
Close to the realms where angels have their So suns are born, so worlds spring forth birth, from Thee;
Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land. And as the spangles in the sunny rays Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry | The chain of being is complete in me; Of heaven's bright army glitters in Thy In me is matter's last gradation lost, praise,
And the next step is spirit-Deity !
I can command the lightning, and am dust! A million torches lighted by thy hand A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god ! Wander unwearied through the blue abyss: Whence came I here, and how? so marThey own Thy power, accomplish thy cum- vellously mand,
Constructed and conceived ? unknown! All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
this clod What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal | Lives surely through some higher energy; light
For from itself alone it could not be ! A glorious company of golden streamsLamps of celestial ether burning bright- Creator, yes ! Thy wisdom and Thy word Suns lighting systems with their joyous Created me! thou source of life and good! beams?
Thou Spirit of my spirit, and my Lord ! But Thou to these art as the noon to night. Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plenitude
Filled me with an immortal soul, tu spring Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,
Over the abyss of death, and bade it wear All this magnificence in Thee is lost
The garments of eternal day, and wing What are ten thousand worlds compared to Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, Thee?
Even to its source-to Thee its Author And what am I then ?' Heaven's unnum- there.
ber'd host, Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed O thoughts ineffable ! O visions blest ! In all the glory of sublimest thought, Though worthless our conceptions all of Is but an atom in the balance weighed
Thee, Against Thy greatness, is a cipher brought Yet shall thy shadowed image fill our breast, Against infinity! What am I then ? Nought! And waft its homage to thy Deity,