3 He formed the living flame, He gave the reasoning mind; Then only He may claim The worship of mankind. 4 So taught his only Son, Blessed messenger of grace! The Eternal is but one, No second holds his place. 138. C. M. Thomson. All-embracing Providence of God. 1 Jehovah God! thy gracious power On every hand we see; O may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. 2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed To earth's remotest bound, Thy hand will there our footsteps lead, Thy love, our path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 4 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend; Through every age, in every clime, Our Father, and our Friend! 139. C. M. Beddome. The Mysteries of Providence. 1 Almighty God! thy wondrous works Of providence and grace, An angel's perfect mind exceed, And all our pride abase. 2 Stupendous heights! amazing depths! Creatures in vain explore: Or, if a transient glimpse we gain, 'Tis faint and quickly o'er. 3 Though all the mysteries lie concealed Beyond what we can see, Grant us the knowledge of ourselves, The knowledge, Lord, of thee. 140. L. M. Tate & Brady. "Whither shall I go from thy presence?" 1 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceived by me. 2 O could I so perfidious be, To think of once deserting thee! Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? Or whither from thy presence run? 3 If I the morning's wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 4 Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night, One glance from thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 5 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part; Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in thy perfect way. 141. L. M. 6l. W. Ray. Perfection of God. 1 Thou art, almighty Lord of all, From everlasting still the same; Before thee dazzling seraphs fall, And veil their faces in a flame, To see such bright perfections glow-- Such floods of glory from thee flow. 2 What mortal hand shall dare to paint A semblance of thy glory, Lord? The brightest rainbow-tints are faint; The brightest stars of heaven afford But dim effusions of those rays Of light that round Jehovah blaze.