3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord 4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high! 5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, power Oh may I ne'er offend that 182. L. M. TATE AND BRADY. “Whither shall I go from thy Presence?” 1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, To think of once deserting thee! 4 If I the morning's wings could gain, 5 Or should I try to shun thy sight 6 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part; Correct me where I go astray, 183. L. M. DODDRIDGE. God our Guide, our Refuge, our Hope. 1 THOU, Lord, through every changing scene, 2 In thee our fathers sought their rest, 3 Lo, we are risen, a feeble race, 4 Through all the thorny paths we trace When friends desert and foes invade, 5 So when this pilgrimage is o'er, God shining into the Heart. 1 PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might, With uncreated glories bright! His presence gilds the worlds above, The unchanging Source of light and love 2 Our rising earth his eye beheld, When in substantial darkness veiled; "Let there be light," Jehovah said; And light o'er all its face was spread. 3 He sees the mind, when lost it lies In shades of ignorance and vice, And darts from heaven a vivid ray, And changes midnight into day. 4 Shine, mighty God, with vigour shine 5 My soul, revived by heaven-born day, To praise the Lord, who gives me light. "Canst thou, by searching, find out God?" 1 GREAT GOD! in vain man's narrow view 2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought, 3 Yet, Lord! thy kindness deigns to show "The Fear of God is the Beginning of Wisdom." 1 GREAT Author of all nature's frame, Holy and reverend is thy name; Against thee who shall lift his hand? Before thy terrors who can stand? 2 But blest are they, O gracious Lord! 3 0 that my soul, with awful sense 1 GREAT GOD! thine attributes divine, 2 In safety may thy children rest 3 0 may thy gracious presence, Lord, Amidst the ruins of the world, Our guardian and our stay! The Mysteries of Providence. 1 ALMIGHTY GOD! thy wondrous works Of providence and grace, An angel's perfect mind exceed, 2 Stupendous heights! amazing depths! Creatures in vain explore: Or, if a transient glimpse we gain, "Tis faint and quickly o'er. 3 Though all the mysteries lie concealed Beyond what we can see, Grant us the knowledge of ourselves, The knowledge, Lord, of thee. |