2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin ; Open thine arms, and take me in ! And love the faithless sinner still. My fallen spirit to restore; Forgive and bid me sin no more : The veil of sin once more remove! And melt it by thy dying love! And make it soft, and make it new. That trembles at th' approach of sin; Implant and root it deep within ! . . OMNISCIENCE. 327. The all-seeing God. (L. M.) IT ORD, thou hast search’dand seen me through; u Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; Ere from my op’ning lips they break. I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! . My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 “ ( may these thoughts possess my breast, “ Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; “ Nor let my weaker passions dare, “ Consent to sin, for God is there. PAUSE 1. 6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, . To quit thy service and thy love; Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains, 3 If mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, 9 Or should I try to shun thy sight, Beneath the spreading veil of night; PAUSE II. No screen from thy all-searching eyes ; Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee: And hell lies naked to his eye. 13“ O may these thoughts possess my breast " Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; 328. God is every where. (C. M.) I Forgotten and unknown? · In heav'n thy glorious throne. To 'scape the wrath divine, And make the grave resign. $ If, wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, The curtains of the night, Would turn the shades to light. Are both alike to thee; From which I cannot flee ! GREATNESS. 29. · The Greatness of God. (L. M.) 1MY God, my King, thy various praise, Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear, Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; New works of duty done for thee. Thy bounty flows, an endless stream, 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; The sound and honour of thy name. The long succession of thy praise ; The joy and labour of their tongue. Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds! 330. The same. (C. M.) 1 I ONG as I live I'll bless thy name, 1 My King, my God of love; My work and joy will be the same, In the bright world above. And let his praise be great: Thy works of grace repeat. And while my lips rejoice, Shall join their cheerful voice. And children learn thy ways; And nations sound thy praise. |