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And prayer is made, and praise is given,
By all things near and far:
And mirrors every star;
From many a mountain shrine;
She pours her sacred wine.
Its transept, earth and air;
The chorus of a prayer.
With which her years began;
A prayerless heart in man.
J. G. WHITTIER.
198. Creation's anthem. Melton, 59. The homeless winds that wander o'er the
land, The deep-voiced thunder speaking words
of fire, The waves that break in sunshine on the
strand, Or smite with stormy hands their rocky
lyre; The stars that blossom in the fields of
night, The buds that burst in beauty from the
sod, The birds that dip their wings in rainbow
light, Are Nature's symphony to thee, O God! And as Creation's anthem onward rolls From age to age, in grandeur still the
same, The seals of silence break from human
souls, Man sings new praises to thy holy name. Our eyes are radiant with the glow of life, Our hearts enfold those sapphire-deeps
above, Our ears grow deaf to all earth's foolish
strife, We join, far off, the angels' song of Love!
Albert Laighton. All at worship. Balerma, 21.
Manoah, 26. 199. The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play ;
200. Hymn of Nature. Nuremburg, 39.
PORTUGUESE HYMN. 11s.
Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart,
Ezra, 9. 201. Thoughts of God.
Millon, 15. I saw the beauty of the world Before me like a flag unfurled, The splendor of the morning sky, And all the stars in company;. I thought, How beautiful it is! My soul said, “There is more than this.” I saw the pomps of death and birth, The generations of the earth; I looked on saints and heroes crowned, And love as wide as heaven is round; I thought, How wonderful it is!My soul said, “There is more than this.” Sometimes I have an awful thought That bids me do the thing I ought; It comes like wind, it burns like flame; How shall I give that thought a name? It draws me like a loving kiss,My soul says, “There is more than this." Yea, there is One I cannot see Or hear, but he is Lord to me: And in the heavens and earth and skies, The good which lives till evil dies, The love which I cannot withstand, God writes his name with his own hand.
Thine angels speak, but still must we
The hearing ear bestow;
Must stoop to drink the flow.
That bring my God to me:
O for the eye to see!
203. Two worlds. Dundee, 22.
Forbids us to descry
Plain as the sea and sky?
Is like the Maker's love,
In peace and order move.
It steals in silence down,
By richest fruits is known.
And love this sight so fair,
And read thee everywhere!
W. B. RANDS.
204. The secret place. Lloyd, 24.
In all things near and far:
And Glory of the star,
That stirs the field to flowers,
To hold him through the hours.
Of those whom we love best;
Angels. Azmon, 20.
Of gladness unto me:
If we had eyes to see!
207. The Presence. Hamburg, 12.
S. C. BEACH.
In all. Miss'y Chant, 16. God of the earth, the sky, the sea! Maker of all above, below! Creation lives and moves in thee, Thy present life through all doth flow. Thy love is in the sunshine's glow, Thy life is in the quickening air; When lightnings Aash and storin-winds
blow, There is thy power; thy law is there. We feel thy calm at evening's hour, Thy grandeur in the march of night; And, when the morning breaks in power, We hear thy word, “Let there be light!” But higher far, and far more clear, Thee in man's spirit we behold: Thine image and thyself are there,The Indwelling God, proclaimed of old.
Webb, 54. The heavens thy praise are telling,
The earth declares thy might: But nought save thine indwelling
Can show thee, Lord, aright. Where'er our eyes are turning,
Thy foot-prints we can see; The light within us burning
Alone revealeth thee. We know no life divided,
O Lord of Life, from thee;
For all humanity:
Because we live in thee,
Anon. 209. Unfolding. Ware, 42. O ETERNAL Life, whose
the whisper of whose breath Atoms wake that seem but death, With whose silent-working will The eternal ages thrillLord of Life, to heaven tower Spires of being high and grand, Till on man thou lay thy power That he serve with heart and hand; Till thou flood him with thy light That he see thee with his sight, Who art Reason, who art Right, Majesty of Love and Might! Not on earth the glory ends; In unnumbered worlds it reigns; From Eternity descends, To Eternity remains. When the things we hear and see Vanish in life's mystery, Still, all glories that can be Wait in thine Infinity.
Life of ages.
Pleyel, 40. 211.
Noyes, 38. LIFE of Ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free, Flowing in the Prophet's word And the People's liberty! Never was to chosen race That unstinted tide confined; Thine is every time and place, Fountain sweet of heart and mind! Breathing in the thinker's creed, Pulsing in the hero's blood, Nerving simplest thought and leed, Freshening time with truth and good, Consecrating art and song, Holy book and pilgrim track, Hurling floods of tyrant wrong From the sacred limits back,Life of Ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free, Flow still in the Prophet's word And the People's liberty!
J. V. BLAKE,
Pleyel, 40. 210. Evolution.
Noyes, 38. LIFE of Ages, richly poured, Soul of Worlds, unspent and free, Nature's uncreated Word, Atom and Infinity! Secret of the morning stars, Motion of the oldest hours, Pledge through elemental wars Of the coming spirit's powers! Rolling planet, flaming sun, Stand in nobler Man complete; Prescient laws thine errands run, Frame a shrine for Godhead meet. Homeward led, his wondering eye Upward yearned, in joy or awe, For the Love that waited nigh, Guidance of thy guardian Law.
212. “Consider the lilies." Abdiel, 51. He hides within the lily
A strong and tender Care,
To glory of the air;
Unceasingly and still,
In niches of the hill.
We linger at the vigil
With him who bent the knee
In distant Galilee;
And quickens into new,
God's secret thrilleth through. O Toiler of the lily,
Thy touch is in the Man! No leaf that dawns to petal
But hints the angel-plan: The flower-horizons open,
The blossom vaster shows, We hear thy wide worlds echo,
“See how the lily grows!” Shy yearnings of the savage,
Unfolding, thought by thought, To holy lives are lifted,
To visions fair are wrought: The races rise and cluster,
And evils fade and fall, Till chaos blooms to beauty,
Thy purpose crowning all!
214. The city of God. Hummel, 23 City of God, how broad and far
Outspread thy walls sublime !
Of every age and clime.
One steadfast high intent,
One King Omnipotent!
From man's primeval youth! How grandly hath thine empire grown
Of Freedom, Love, and Truth! In vain the surge's angry shock,
In vain the drifting sands; Unharmed, upon the Eternal Rock,
The Eternal City stands.
All souls. Germany, 11.
One holy Church of God appears
Through every age and race, Unwasted by the lapse of years,
Unchanged by changing place. From oldest time, on farthest shores,
Beneath the pine or palm,
With silence or with psalm.
To serve the world raised up; The pure in heart her baptized ones,
Love, her communion-cup.
The Soul her sacred page;
Do make her pilgrimage.
J. G. WHITTIER.