Source of being, source of light, With unfading beauties bright; Thee, when morning greets the skies, Blushing sweet with humid eyes; Thee, when soft declining day Sinks, in purple waves away; Thee, O Parent, will I sing, To thy feet my tribute bring! 2 Yonder azure vault on high, Yonder blue, low, liquid sky; Earth, on its firm basis placed, And with circling waves embraced; All-creating power confess, All their mighty Maker bless; Shaking nature with thy nod, Earth and heaven confess their God, 3 Father, King, whose heavenly face Shines serene upon our race; Mindful of thy guardian care, Slow to punish, prone to spare; We thy majesty adore, We thy well-known aid implore; Not in vain thy aid we call, Nothing want, for thou art all! 60 7s. All the earth doth worship thee. God eternal, Lord of all! Lowly at thy feet we fall: All the earth doth worship thee, We amid the throng would be. 2 All the holy angels cry, Hail, thrice holy, God Most High, Glorified Apostles raise, Night and day, continual praise. 61 7s, 6 lines. God is love. 1 John 4:8. Earth, with her ten thousand flowers, Air, with all its beams and showers, Ocean’s infinite expanse, Heaven’s resplendent countenance; All around, and all above, Hath this record—God is love. 2 Sounds among the vales and hills, In the woods and by the rills, Of the breeze and of the bird, By the gentle murmur stirred; All these songs, beneath, above, Have one burden—God is love. 3 All the hopes and fears that start From the fountain of the heart; All the quiet bliss that lies In our human sympathies; These are voices from above, Sweetly whispering—God is love. GOD: IN PROVIDENCE. 62 L. M. Grace and glory. The Almighty reigns exalted high O’er all the earth, o’er all the sky; Though clouds and darkness vail his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-seat. 2 O ye that love his holy name, Hate every work of sin and shame; He guards the souls of all his friends, And from the snares of hell defends. 3 Immortal light and joys unknown Are for the saints in darkness sown; Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise, And the bright harvest bless our eyes. 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record The sacred honors of the Lord; None but the soul that feels his grace Can triumph in his holiness. 63 L. M. God in all. There’s nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some features of the Deity.