The listening spheres attend,
And swell the growing fame;

And sing, in songs which never end,
The wondrous name.

Thomas Olivers.

Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy

sea.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea.

Reginald Heber.

For the love of God is broader

Than the measure of man's mind;

And the heart of the Eternal

Is most wonderfully kind.

Frederick W. Faber.

He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bounds;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

Isaac Watts.

O thou to whom in ancient time,

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,

And prophets praised with glowing tongue.
John Pierpont.

Thus doth thy hospitable greatness lie
Outside us like boundless sea;

We cannot lose ourselves where all is home,
Nor drift away from thee.

Frederick W. Faber.

Acquaint thee, O mortal!
Acquaint thee with God-
And joy, like the sunshine,
Shall beam on thy road;
And peace, like the dewdrops,
Shall fall on thy head;
And visions, like angels,
Shall visit thy bed.

William Knox.

"His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.'

Isaac Watts.

"When God reveals His march through Nature's

night,

His steps are beauty, and His presence light.

James Montgomery.

Thine eye detects the sparrow's fall,
Thy heart of love expands for all;
Our throbbing life is full of thee,
Throned in thy vast infinity.

Samuel F. Smith.

Our Saviour and Master

Calm on the listening ear of night,
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains;
Celestial choirs from courts above
Shed sacred glories there;

And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.

Edmund H. Sears.

There's a song in the air!

There's a star in the sky!

There's a mother's deep prayer,

And a baby's low cry!

And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King.

J. G. Holland.

In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.
Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;

The theme, the song, the joy, was new,-
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
Down through the portals of the sky
The impetuous torrent ran;

And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

Samuel Medley.

Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King."
Charles Wesley.

In the light of that star
Lie the ages impearled;
And that song from afar
Has swept over the world.
J. G. Holland.

From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe; Thou didst come to ransom sinners: Flow, my praise, forever flow! Robert Robinson.

Love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy lifeblood flowed. A. Cleveland Coxe.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Isaac Watts.

'Mid rending rocks and dark'ning skies, My Saviour bows his head and dies;

The opening veil reveals the way
To heaven's joys and endless day.
W. M'. K. Darwood.

By thine hour of dire despair;
By thine agony of prayer;

By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear and torturing scorn;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice;

Listen to our humble cry,

Hear our solemn litany!

Robert Grant.

Gethsemane can I forget,

Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?
When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,

I must remember thee!

James Montgomery.

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.

Isaac Watts.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!

The winged squadrons of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes

To see the approaching sacrifice.

Henry H. Milman.

As thou hast died for me,

O may my love for thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be,

A living fire!

Ray Palmer.