3 The sun himself is but a gleam, A transient meteor, from thy throne; And every frail and fickle beam, That ever in creation shone, Is nothing, Lord, compared to thee In thy own vast immensity. 4 But though thy brightness may create All worship from the hosts above, What most thy name must elevate Is, that thou art a God of love; And mercy is the central sun Of all thy glories joined in one. 142. L. M. Watts. "Canst thou find out the Almighty?" 1 Can creatures to perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out? 2 God is a King of power unknown; Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dare oppose, Or ask him why or what he does? 3 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon The fainting sun grows dim at noon: The pillars of heaven's starry roof Tremble and start at his reproof. 4 These are a portion of his ways: But who shall dare describe his face? Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand? 143. C. H. M. Anonymous. The surpassing Glory of God. 1 Since o'er thy footstool here below Such radiant gems are strown, O what magnificence must glow, Great God, about thy throne! So brilliant here these drops of light-- There the full ocean rolls--how bright! 2 If night's blue curtain of the sky-- With thousand stars inwrought, Hung like a royal canopy With glittering diamonds fraught-- Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil, What splendor at the shrine must dwell! 3 The dazzling sun, at noon-day hour-- Forth from his flaming vase Flinging o'er earth the golden shower Till vale and mountain blaze-- But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine: What, then, the day where thou dost shine? 4 O how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays! Or how our spirits so impure, Upon thy glory gaze!-- Anoint, O Lord, anoint our sight, And fit us for that world of light. 144. C. M. Sternhold. Majesty of God. Ps. 18. 1 The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim Full royally he rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain, And he, as sovereign Lord and King, Forevermore shall reign. 145. C. M. Watts. Decrees and Providence of God. 1 Let the whole race of creatures lie Abased before the Lord: Whate'er his mighty hand has formed He governs with a word.