3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream-- A passing thought, that soon is o'er; That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. 4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end. Isaac Watts. 85 Triumph. L.M. _God Seen in nature._ (178) There is a God--all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies; See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes in characters of light His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God-- Bow down before him and adore. Anne Steele 86 Triumph. L.M. _The Lord God Omnipotent._ (14) The Lord is King; child of the dust! The Judge of all the earth is just; Holy and true are all his ways; Let every creature speak his praise. 2 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, Oh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice; From world to world the joy shall ring-- The Lord omnipotent is King. 3 The Lord is King! who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care, Or murmur at his wise decrees, Or doubt his royal promises? 4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, his love forsake, Then may his children cease to sing-- The Lord omnipotent is King. Josiah Conder. 87 Faben. 8s & 7s. D. _God is Love._ God is love; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens: God is wisdom, God is love. Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays and ages move; But his mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 E'en the hour the darkest seemeth Will his changeless goodness prove; From the gloom his brightness streameth: God is wisdom, God is love. He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above; Everywhere his glory shineth: God is wisdom, God is love. Sir John Bowring, 1825. 88 Mannheim. 8s & 7s. _The Divine Glory._ (56) Lord! thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord. 2 Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry-- "Holy, holy, holy!" singing, "Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!" 3 Ever thus in God's high praises, Brethren! let our tongues unite; Chief the heart when duty raises God-ward at his mystic rite. Richard Mant, 1828. 89 Azmon. C.M. _Creating Wisdom._ (184) Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise, Thee the creation sings; With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! How glorious to behold! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And starred with sparkling gold.