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Tosses where chance its scatter'd body throws, Infinity of wisdom, power, and love, So toss'd his troubled soul, and nowhere found re Through the still'd heart in shadowy visions move, pose.

Link'd with all space, all being, deep and vast :

'Tis a vague sense of future and of past, Heated and feverish, then he closed his tome

Of things beyond the stars, of death, of birth, And went to wander by the ocean side,

Of a wing'd spirit wandering o'er the earth, Where the cool breeze at evening loved to come,

Travelling from sun to sun, of whispering wind, Murm'ring responsive to the murm'ring tide;

Of thunder, of a more than mortal mind, And as Augustine o'er its margent wide

That sometimes visits man : a rolling flood Stray'd, deeply pondering on the puzzling theme,

Invisible ; an infinite tide of good, A little child before him he espied ;

O'erflowing all ; a presence in the air, In earnest labour did the urchin seem,

Upon the land, the waters, everywhere! Working with heart intent close by the sounding

God! God! word written on the waves, impress'd stream.

Upon fair Nature's universal breast,He look'd, and saw the child a hole had scoop'd,

Wafted by every breeze, and borne along Shallow and narrow, in the shining sand,

By every motion that has sense or songO'er which at work the labouring infant stoop'd,

Splendent above and beautiful below, Still pouring water in with busy hand :

The soul of all the universe art Thou ! The saint address'd the child in accents bland :

We find Thee there—we revel in the thoughtFair boy,' quoth he, 'I pray, what toil is thine ?

Forgive the daring, Lord! we know Thee not. Let me its end and purpose understand.'

When man hath scaled the heavens, and weigh'd the The boy replied, “An easy task is mine,

sun, To sweep into this hole all the wide ocean's brine.'

And visited the stars-then, Infinite One!

Then may he, then, though still unworthily, Oh, foolish boy!' the saint exclaim'd, 'to hope Lift up his thoughts and turn his eyes to Thee ;

That the broad ocean in that hole should lie!' To Thee, whose glorious brightness human eye “Oh, foolish saint l'exclaim'd the boy, 'thy scope Ne'er gazed on yet in its intensity. Is still more hopeless than the toil I ply!

O God! I tremble when on Thee I think ;
Who think'st to comprehend God's nature high, | I feel as if I shudder'd on the brink
In the small compass of thine human wit.

Of profanation-yet I love Thee: read
Sooner, Augustine, sooner far shall I

My doubting, fearing heart-it loves indeed ! Confine the ocean in this tiny pit,

Loves, and would fain obey-Oh, touch the chord Than finite minds conceive God's nature infinite!' That vibrates at Thy name, and tune it, Lord !

To reverence and to virtue : all beside 1502. GOD. Infinity of

The vain desires of folly or of pride

All, all I throw, an offering at Thy feet; Thou, Lord ! art all in all, and man is nought:

Accept that homage, Being Infinite !-Bowring. For though in privileged hours his soaring thought Would seem to catch a glance of Thee, Thy light Soon becomes dazzling, and he sinks in night.

1503. GOD. Knowledge of Yes! we are blind—and when we most aspire,

FATHER of light and life, Thou good supreme ! Most feel our weakness and our vain desire.

Oh teach me what is good !-teach me Thyself ! We trace the comets in their orbits-Aly

Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From star to star, across the crowded sky,

From every low pursuit ! and feed my soul And, far beyond what natural powers discern,

With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Guided by art, we nature's mysteries learn :

Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss ! But when we think of Thee-confounded, lost,

Thomson. From one proud billow to another toss'd, Our reason wreck'd, the horizon shaded o'er,

1504. GOD. Love of We dash upon a dark and dangerous shore.

Why comes this fragrance on the summer breeze, What art Thou, Lord ? By what high name, what The blended tribute of ten thousand flowers,

To me a frequent wanderer ’mid the trees Of majesty, shall we address Thee, Lord ?

That form those gay, though solitary bowers? God! awful sound, recess of mystery !

One answer is around, beneath, above, God! what strange notions of infinity,

The echo of the voice, that God is Love."

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Why bursts such melody from bush and tree,

The overflowing of each songster's heart, So filling mine that it can scarcely be

Content to listen, but would take its part? 'Tis but one song I hear where'er I rove, Though countless be the notes, that ‘God is Love.'

In heaven's starr'd pavement at the midnight hour,

In roseate hues that come at morning dawn,
In the bright bow athwart the falling shower,

In woods and waters, hills and velvet lawn,
One truth is written, all conspire to prove,
What grace of old reveal'd, that God is Love.'

Nor less this pulse of health, this step of joy,

This heart so moved with beauty, perfume, song, This spirit, soaring through a gorgeous sky,

Or diving ocean's coral caves among,
Fleeter than darting fish or swiftest dove--
All, all, declare the same, that 'God is Love.'

Davies. 1505. GOD. Messengers of

All that in this wide world we see,
Almighty Father! speaks of Thee;
And in the darkness, or the day,
Thy monitors surround our way.

Oh, struggling with the darkness all night long,
And all night visited by troops of stars,
Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink ;
Companion of the morning-star at dawn-
Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald, wake ; oh wake, and utter praise !
Ye ice-falls, ye that from the mountain's brow,
Adown enormous ravines slope amain--
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
And stopp'd at once, amidst their maddest plunge,
Motionless torrents! Silent cataracts!
Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven,
Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun
Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living

flowers
Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?
God, let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
Answer; and let the ice-plains echo-God!
God, sing ye meadow streams, with gladsome voice!
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder-God!
Thou, too, hoar mount, with thy sky-pointing peaks,
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene
Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast,
Thou too, again, stupendous mountain, thou,
That as I raise my head, awhile bow'd down
In adoration, upward from thy base
Slow travelling with dim eyes, suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud,
To rise before me. Rise, oh, ever rise ;
Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth ;
Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills,
Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven,
Great hierarch! tell there the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell the rising sun,
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God!

Coleridge. 1507. GOD. Name of

The great name,
In all its awful brevity, doth bless
The tongue that uses it ; for me,
I ask no higher office than to fling
My spirit at Thy feet, and cry Thy name,
God! through eternity.Bailey.

The fearful storms that sweep the sky,
The maladies by which we die,
The pangs that make the guilty groan,
Are angels from Thy awful throne.

Each mercy sent when sorrows lower,
Each blessing of the winged hour,
All we enjoy and all we love,
Bring with them lessons from above.

Nor thus content, Thy gracious hand,
From midst the children of the land,
Hath raised, to stand before our race,
Thy living messengers of grace.
We thank Thee that so clear a ray
Shines on Thy straight, Thy chosen way,
And pray that passion, sloth, or pride,
May never lure our steps aside. - Bryant.

1506. GOD. Morning Hymn to

IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNIX. AWAKE, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake, Voice of sweet song! Awake, iny heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale !

1508. GOD. Ode to O Thou eternal One ! whose presence bright

All space doth occupy, all motion guide : Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight;

Thou only God! There is no God beside! Being above all beings! Mighty One! 1 Whom none can comprehend and none explore ;

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Who fill'st existence with Thyself alone :

Yes ! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine, Embracing all-supporting-ruling o'er

As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew. Being whom we call God-and know no more ! Nought! yet I live, and on hope's pinions fly

Eager towards Thy presence ; for in Thee
In its sublime research, philosophy

I live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high,
May measure out the ocean-deep-may count Even to the throne of Thy Divinity.
The sands or the sun's rays-but, God ! for Thee

I am, O God! and surely Thou must be !
There is no weight nor measure : none can mount
Up to Thy mysteries. Reason's brightest spark, Thou art ! directing, guiding all, Thou art !

Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would try Direct my understanding, then, to Thee;
To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark :

Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart: And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, 1 Though but an atom 'midst immensity, Even like past moments in eternity.

Still I am something, fashion'd by Thy hand!

I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth, Thou from primeval nothingness didst call

On the last verge of mortal being stand, First chaos, then existence : Lord! on Thee

Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Eternity had its foundation ; all

Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land !
Sprung forth from Thee-of light, joy, harmony,

The chain of being is complete in me;
Sole origin : all life, all beauty Thine.
Thy word created all, and doth create;

In me is matter's last gradation lost,
Thy splendour fills all space with rays Divine.

And the next step is spirit-Deity! Thou art, and wert, and shalt be! Glorious! Great!

I can command the lightning, and am dust! Light-giving, life-sustaining Potentate!

A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god!

Whence came I here ? and how so marvellously Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround,

Constructed and conceived ? unknown ! this clod Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath! Lives surely through some higher energy; Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,

For from itself alone it could not be! And beautifully mingled life and death!

Creator, yes! Thy wisdom and Thy word As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze,

| Created me! Thou source of life and good! So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from

Thou spirit of my spirit, and my Lord ! Thee:

Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plenitude And as the spangles in the sunny rays

Fill'd me with an immortal soul, to spring Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry

Over the abyss of death, and bade it wear Of heaven's bright army glitters in Thy praise.

The garments of eternal day, and wing A million torches lighted by Thy hand

Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, Wander unwearied through the blue abyss;

Even to its source-to Thee—its Author there. They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command,

O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest ! All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.

Though worthless our conceptions all of Thee, What shall we call them? Piles of crystal light Yet shall Thy shadow'd image fill our breast, A glorious company of golden streams

And waft its homage to Thy Deity. Lamps of celestial ether burning bright

God! thus alone my lonely thoughts can soar; Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ?

Thus seek Thy presence, Being wise and good! But Thou to these art as the noon to night.

'Midst Thy vast works admire, obey, adore ;

And when the tongue is eloquent no more,
Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,

The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.
All this magnificence in Thee is lost:
What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee ?

Derzhavin, tr. by Bowring.
And what am I then? Heaven's unnumber'd host,
Though multiplied by myriads, and array'd

1509. GOD. Omnipotence of In all the glory of sublimest thought,

The Lord our God is clothed with might, Is but an atom in the balance, weigh'd

The winds obey His will ;
Against Thy greatness, is a cipher brought

He speaks, and in His heavenly height
Against infinity! Oh, what am I then? Nought ! The rolling sun stands still.
Nought! yet the effluence of Thy light Divine,

Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land
Pervading worlds, hath reach'd my bosom too;

With threat'ning aspect roar :

The Lord uplifts His awful hand,

And chains you to the shore.
Ye winds of night, your force combine :

Without His high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain-pine,

Disturb the sparrow's nest.
His voice sublime is heard afar;

In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to His car,

And sweeps the howling skies.
Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend;

Ye monarchs, wait His nod,
And bid the choral song ascend

To celebrate your God.-H. K. White.

When night, with wings of starry gloom,

O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume

Is sparkling with unnumber'd eyes, -
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
When youthful Spring around us breathes,

Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ;
And every flower the Summer wreathes

Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. -Moore.

1512. GOD. Praise to
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;

To His feet thy tribute bring ;
Ransom'd, heal’d, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise should sing?

Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!

Praise Him for His grace and favour

To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless :

Praise Him! praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness !

1510. GOD. Omnipresence of To whom thus Michael with regard benign: * Adam ! thou know'st heaven His, and all the earth, Not this rock only ; His omnipresence fills Land, sea, and air, and every kind that lives, Fomented by His virtual power, and warmd ; All the earth He gave thee to possess and rule, No despicable gift ! surmise not then His presence to these narrow bounds confined, Of Paradise, or Eden: this had been Perhaps thy capital seat ; from whence had spread All generations, and had hither come From all ends of the earth, to celebrate And reverence thee, their great progenitor. But this pre-eminence thou hast lost, brought down To dwell on even ground now with thy sons. Yet doubt not but in valley and in plain, God is, as here, and will be found alike Present; and of His presence many a sign Still following thee, still compassing thee round With goodness and parental love ; His face Express, and of His steps the track divine.'- Milton.

Father-like He tends and spares us;

Well our feeble frame He knows; In His hands He gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes :

Praise Him! praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows !

Angels, help us to adore Him,

Ye behold Him face to face ;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space,

Praise Him ! praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace !--Lyte.

1513. GOD: reveals Himself only to the humble.

1511. GOD: our life and light. Thou art, O God, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.

To critic cold and sly God never yet appear'd;
No riddle ever was by logic solved and clear'd:
It takes a pure and humble heart the Lord to see,
And free-wing'd wit to soar through mystery.

Oriental, tr. by Alger.

When day, with farewell beam, delays

Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze

Through golden vistas into heaven,Those hues, that mark the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.

1514. GOD: seen in little things.

Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height,
And mak'st the cliff with sunshine bright,
Oh grant that I may own Thy band
No less in every grain of sand !

Thou feign'st to be remote, and speak'st

As if from far above, That fear may make more bold with Thee,

And be beguiled to love.

In all the immense, the strange, the old,
Thy presence careless men behold ;
In all the little, weak, and mean,
By faith be Thou as clearly seen.
Teach Thou that not a leaf can grow
Till life from Thee within it flow;
That not a speck of dust can be,
O Fount of Being ! save by Thee.-Sterling.

On earth Thou hidest, not to scare

Thy children with Thy light ; Thou showest us Thy face in heaven,

When we can bear the sight.--- Faber.

1515. GOD. Submission to

REPINE not, nor reply; View not what Heaven ordains with reason's eye ; Too bright the object is, the distance is too high. The man who would resolve the work of fate, May limit number and make crooked straight: Stop thy inquiry then and curb thy sense, Nor let dust argue with omnipotence.—Prior.

1519. GOD: the soul of Nature. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul; That changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all!

Pape. 1520. GOD: the soul's supreme joy.

1516. GOD. Thanks due to

To th' infinitely Good we owe Immortal thanks; and His admonishment Receive, with solemn purpose to observe Immutably His sovereign will, the end Of what we are.Milton.

1517. GOD: the Author and End of our being. O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light Divine ! 'Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast, With silent confidence, and holy rest; From Thee, great God! we spring—to Thee we

tend, Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.

Johnson.

But, oh! thou bounteous Giver of all good,
Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself the crown!
Give what Thou canst, without Thee we are poor,
And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away

Cowper.
Lord of earth! Thy bounteous hand
Well this glorious frame hath plannid:
Woods that wave, and hills that tower,
Ocean rolling in his power,
All that strikes the gaze unsought,
All that charms the lonely thought ;
Friendship, gem transcending price;
Love, a flower of Paradise :
Yet, amid this scene so fair,
Should I cease Thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me!
Whom have I in heaven but Thee!

1518. GOD: the Eternal Father.

FATHER! the sweetest, dearest name

That men or angels know! Fountain of Life, that had no fount

From which itself could flow!

Thou comest not, Thou goest not;

Thou wert not, wilt not be ; Eternity is but a thought

By which we think of Thee. Lost in Thy greatness, Lord! I live,

As in some gorgeous maze; Thy sea of unbeginning light

Blinds me, and yet I gaze.

Lord of heaven! beyond our sight
Rolls a world of purer light;
There, in Love's unclouded reign,
Parted hands shall join again ;
Martyrs there, and prophets high,
Blaze, a glorious company;
While immortal music rings
From unnumber'd seraph-strings:

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