6 If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will Paradise be found! 81. L. M. Pierpont. Every Place a Temple. 1 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung; Whom kings adored in songs sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue: 2 Not now on Zion's height alone Thy favored worshippers may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- The incense of the heart,--may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 To Thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength, and beauty, bend the knee; And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to Thee! 5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung! 82. 7s. M. Methodist. God Everywhere Present. 1 They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere. 2 In our sickness and our health, In our want, or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere. 3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer;-- God is present everywhere. 4 Then, my soul, in every strait To thy Father come, and wait; He will answer every prayer;-- God is present everywhere. 83. L. M. Moore. God in All. 1 There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of the Deity. 2 There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace Thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again. 3 The heavens, the earth, where'er I look, Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of Thy wondrous name. 84. L. M. Moore. God's Presence in Nature. 1 Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. 2 When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.