pared with the velocity of these heavenly bodies. Their volume, their velocities, their orbits, all differ; they intersect each other in their rapid flights, but never vary from their appointed courses.

25. In these they run with such undeviating precision, that the periods of their transits are foretold to an instant of time, at the distance of many centuries!

26. What a sublime manifestation of the power of the Divinity! Millions of worlds! But we avail ourselves of optical means, and beyond these millions of worlds, other millions undistinguishable by the natural sight are successively discovered. Further advances in science disclose other millions still more distant, until the aching sight can follow them no further.

27. Grand and stupendous is this heavenly scene, even to vulgar eyes; but how sublime the contemplation to minds enlightened. No strain of intellect can scan the heavenly vault! No power of numbers count the orbs within it !-No power of words, no songs of praise, no human sacrifice, can raise an incense of Adoration worthy of its Divine Author!

28. By patient meditations, and thoughts intense alone, can man conceive the wondrous beauty and perfection of the Almighty's works, and duly learn to venerate the infinite power and goodness, which extending its protection to all created things, at the same instant assigns to worlds innumerable their appointed courses, and furnishes every invisible living atom with organs and means for the support and enjoyment of existence.

HYMNS.

HYMN I.

Worship at Sun-rise.

BOWRING.

EXTINGUISHED now is the last, lone star,
The shadows of night are gone;
And lo! in the east, day's golden car
Is filled by the glorious sun:

And hark! for a thousand voices call,—
The spirits of life and love :-
Attune your hymns to the Father of all,
The Sovereign who reigns above.

'Tis He who opens the eastern gates,
Who kindles the morning's ray;

His spirit all nature animates,

And the darkness and the day:
The field and its glories all are His,
And the music of the sky;

The light of hope, and the smile of bliss,
And the bursting song of joy.

His temple is yonder arch sublime;
Its pillars the eternal hills;
His chorus, the solemn voice of time,
Which the wide creation fills:

His worshippers are the countless train
Which the lap of nature bears-
The boisterous wind, and the raging main,
And the silence of the spheres.

He rides unseen on the hurrying storm,
He sits in the whirlwind's car;

He

wraps And travels from star to star:

in the clouds his awful form,

A thousand messengers wait his will,
And a million heralds fly,

And their Sovereign's high behests fulfil,
Through a vast eternity.

He smiles—and new worlds spring forth to birth,
And suns in new glory rise;

He frowns-and darkness covers the earth,
And mantles the frighted skies;

He speaks in the thunder's dreadful roar ;
He shines in the lightning's beam :—
But oh! no mortal thought can soar
To any conception of Him.

HYMN II.

Commencement of Worship.

HAPPY hours! all hours excelling,
When from worldly thoughts withdrawn,
Joyful we approach the dwelling

Which the smiles of Heav'n adorn.
Peace and hope and zeal combining,
O'er the soul sweet influence shed;

And, from earthly cares refining,
Bless the heav'nly path we tread.

HYMN III.

(Ps. 100,)

God's Sovereignty.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and He destroy.

WATTS.

His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men ;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again.

We are His people, we His care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command ;
Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN IV.

The Acceptable Sacrifice.

WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord,

And bow before His throne? Or how procure His kind regard,

And for my guilt atone?

Shall altars flame and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?

Will these my earnest wish succeed,
And make my God my friend?

O! no, my soul, 'twere fruitless all,
Such victims bleed in vain :
No fatlings from the field or stall
Such favour can obtain.

BROWNE.

To men their rights I must allow,
And proofs of kindness give :
To God with humble rev'rence bow,
And to His glory live.

Hands that are clean and hearts sincere

He never will despise :
And cheerful duty he'll prefer
To costly sacrifice.

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name :
Lo! heav'n and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode ;
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God;
Ye thunders, speak his pow'r :
Lo! on the lightning's gleamy wing
In triumph walks th' eternal King
The astonish'd worlds adore.

Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,

Praise Him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.