Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain. COWPER,
1 Happiness, thou lovely name,
Where's thy seat, O tell me where ?
Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out, "It is not here :"
Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies;
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.
2 Object of my first desire,
Jesus, crucified for me!
All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in thee:
Thee to praise, and thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below!
Thee to see, and thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.
3 Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny:
Lord, if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die:
Source and giver of repose,
Singly from thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are thine,
Mine they are if thou art mine.
4 Whilst I see thy love to me,
Ev'ry object teems with joy;
Here, O may I walk with thee,
Then into thy presence fly!
Let me but thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness!
Real bliss I then shall prove;
Heav'n below, and heav'n above.
THE POWER OF GOD.
1 The Lord our God is full of might,
The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heav'nly height
The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel ye waves, and o'er the land
With threat'ning aspect roar,
The Lord uplifts his awful hand
And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine, Without his high behest,
Ye shall not in the mountain-pine
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations bend, in rev'rence bend,
Ye monarchs wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate the God!
THE SAME SUBJECT.
1 The Lord our God is Lord of all,
His station who can find?
I hear him in the waterfall!
I hear him in the wind!
2 If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly,
I see him in the evening cloud,
And in the morning sky.
3 He lives, he reigns, in ev'ry land
From winter's polar snows,
To where across the burning sand
The blasting meteor glows.
4 He smiles, we live-he frowns, we dieWe hang upon his word:
He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bares his sword.
5 He bids his blasts the fields deform-
Then, when his thunders cease,
Sits like the ruler of the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace!
DEATH OF A BELIEVER.
10 think that, while you're weeping here,
His hand a golden harp is stringing,
And, with a voice serene and clear,
His ransom'd soul, without a tear,
His Saviour's praise is singing!
2 And think that all his pains are fled,
His toils and sorrows clos'd for ever;
While He, whose blood for man was shed,
Has placed upon his servant's head
A crown that fadeth never!
S And think that, in that awful day,
When darkness sun and moon is shading, The form that, 'midst its kindred clay, Your trembling hands prepare to lay, Shall rise to life unfading!
4 Then weep no more for him who's gone Where sin and suff'ring ne'er shall enter;
But on that great High Priest alone,
Who can for guilt like ours atone,
Your own affections centre!
5 For thus, while round your lowly bier
Surviving friends are sadly bending,
Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,
Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,
Faith lightest pinions lending.
6 And thus, when to the silent tomb
Your lifeless dust like his is given,
Like faith shall whisper, 'midst the gloom,
That yet again, in youthful bloom,
That dust shall smile in heaven!
Summer looks out! how green and gay
Is earth, how bright her flowers!
'Tis nature's merry holiday,
And these her white-winged hours;
The winter winds are hushed to rest,
And storms, no more revealing
Their terrors, sleep,-on ocean's breast
The wanton breeze is stealing.
Where's now the frost that chained the brook,
And storm that heaved the sea?
The wild wind that the forest shook,
The snow that clad the lea?
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