4 Great God! how infinite art thou, What worthless worms are we; Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. 40 C. M. He trieth the reins. Psalm 7:9. Great God! thy penetrating eye Pervades my inmost powers; With awe profound my wondering soul Falls prostrate and adores. 2 To be encompassed round with God, The Holy and the Just, Armed with omnipotence to save, Or crush me to the dust— 3 O how tremendous is the thought! Deep may it be impressed, And may thy Spirit firmly ’grave This truth within my breast. 4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul The gloomy vale shall tread; And thou wilt bind th’ immortal crown Of glory on my head. 41 11s & 8s. The Lord is great. The Lord is great! ye hosts of heaven adore him, And ye who tread this earthly ball; In holy songs rejoice aloud before him, And shout his praise who made you all. 2 The Lord is great; his majesty how glorious! Resound his praise from shore to shore; O’er sin, and death, and hell, now made victorious, He rules and reigns for evermore. 3 The Lord is great; his mercy how abounding! Ye angels, strike your golden chords; O praise our God, with voice and harp resounding, The King of kings and Lord of lords. 42 C. P. M. The love of God. My God! Thy boundless love I praise; How bright on high its glories blaze! How sweetly bloom below! It streams from thine eternal throne; Through heaven its joys for ever run, And o’er the earth they flow. 2 ’Tis love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds, in air upborne, Their genial drops distill; In every vernal beam it glows, And breathes in every gale that blows, And glides in every rill. 3 But in thy word I see it shine, With grace and glories more divine, Proclaiming sins forgiven; There, Faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day, And opens all her heaven. 4 Then let the love, that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude; And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my Father and my Friend, My soul’s eternal good. GOD IN CREATION. 43 L. M. The heavens declare the glory of God. Psalm 19:1. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.