Presumptuous thought! This God, all pow'r transcending, To dwell with man? The Holy with th' unjust? Who dare conceive such grace, th' Eternal condescending To grant His immanence to creatures of the dust? And yet 'tis true where'er His praise ascendeth, There dwelleth He, and makes His presence known; Where'er a heart aglow with true devotion bendeth : There doth Almighty God in love and mercy throne. 133. J. H.-I. S. M. LORD, DO THOU GUIDE ME. Lord, do Thou guide me on my pilgrim way, Then shall I be at peace, whate'er betide me; The morn is dark and clouds hang low and gray, Lord, do Thou guide me. Let not the mists of sin from Thee divide me, But pierce their gloom with mercy's golden ray, Then shall I know that Thou in love hast tried me. O'er rugged paths be Thou my staff and stay, Beneath Thy wings from storm and tempest hide me. Through life to death, through death to heavenly day, Lord, do Thou guide me. 134. SOULS OF THE RIGHTEOUS. A. L. Souls of the righteous, in God's hand they lie, Untouched by shadows from the pilgrim land; No pain or torment ever cometh nigh, Such peace is theirs earth cannot understand, Although to the unwise they seemed to die; They are at rest, a holy blessed band. Like to the stars, whose radiant galaxy Gleams in the tent of heaven o'er us spann'd, So shine among His angels, set on high, Souls of the righteous in God's hand. A. L. 135. OF ALL THY GIFTS THE BEST. Of all Thy gifts the best, O Lord, bestow woe, Of all Thy gifts the best. Then shall we find amid life's toilsome quest, The peace of God, from which all blessings flow; Then shall no evil fears our souls molest. Faith, faith in Thee, faith that, where'er we go, Thy presence goes with us and gives us rest, That is in heaven above, on earth below, 136. CORNER-STONE. In mercy, Lord, incline Thine ear In love and grace our prayer hear, A. L. Reveal once more celestial light To truth be laid this corner-stone, Pour down Thy grace in sunny rays, The house of praise to teach Thy ways, P. M. 137. DEDICATION. Praise ye the Lord, our King! His glorious might and fame, Eternal, High and Great, Our heart, our soul to Thee A sacred shrine to be, Sovereign divine! What tongue is formed so well, The fathomless. Yet Thou art ever near, Here the glad truths reveal; Blessing the Lord on high, Hallelujah! J. K. G. 138. GOD OF THE NATIONS. God of the mighty hand, All praise to Thee is due Thou, like a cloud of light, Saved from oppression dire, O God of truth and right, Soon may all nations know, To Thee their praise they owe, On Thee to call. D. L. |