Thee, in the watches of the night, Will I remember on my bed; Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth compared with Thee? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, Will I for all thy mercies give; My soul shall still in God rejoice, My tongue shall bless thee whilst I live. THE ETERNITY OF GOD. [Rowe. THOU didst, O Mighty God, exist Ere time began its race; Before the ample elements Filled up the voids of space: Before the ponderous earthly globe In fluid air was stayed; Before the ocean's mighty springs Ere men adored, or angels knew, And glory were the same. And when the pillars of the world, And all this vast and goodly frame When from her orb the moon shall start, The astonished sun roll back; While all the trembling starry lamps Their ancient course forsake : Forever permanent and fixed, From agitation free; Unchanged, in everlasting years, GOD EVERYWHERE. [Anonymous. ABOVE-below-where'er I gaze, Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view, Traced in the midnight planets' blaze, Or glistening in the morning dew; Whate'er is beautiful or fair, Is but thine own reflection there. I hear thee in the stormy wind, That turns the ocean-wave to foam; Nor less thy wondrous power I find, When summer airs around me roam; The tempest and the calm declare I find thee in the noon of night, And read thy name in every star, And when the radiant orb of light Hath tipped the mountain-tops with gold, Smote with the blaze my weary sight Shrinks from the wonders I behold: That ray of glory bright and fair, Thine is the silent noon of night, The twilight eve-the dewy morn: Whate'er is beautiful and bright, Thine hands have fashioned to adorn; Thy glory walks in every sphere, And all things whisper, God is here!" THE BIBLE OUR ONLY TRUE GUIDE. [Montgomery. WHAT is the world?- wildering maze, Where sin hath tracked ten thousand ways, Her victims to ensnare; All broad, and winding, and aslope, All tempting with perfidious hope, All ending in despair. Millions of pilgrims throng these roads, Bearing their baubles or their loads Down to eternal night; One only path that never bends, Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends From darkness into light |