3 Thine, Lord, is holiness, alone: Justice and truth before thee stand: Yet, nearer to thy sacred throne, Love ever dwells at thy right hand. And to thy love and ceaseless care, Father! this light, this breath, we owe; And all we have, and all we are, From thee, great source of life! doth flow.
Lord, thou hast searched and seen me thro'; Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God.
4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty hight! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost.
Lord, thou hast formed mine every part, Mine inmost thought is known to thee; Each word, each feeling of my heart, Thine ear doth hear, thine eye doth see.
2 Though I should seek the shades of night, And hide myself in guilty fear, To thee the darkness seems as light, The midnight as the noonday clear.
3 The heavens, the earth, the sea, the sky, All own thee ever present there; Where'er I turn, thou still art nigh, Thy Spirit dwelling everywhere.
4 O may that Spirit, ever blest, Upon my soul in radiance shine, Till welcomed to eternal rest, I taste thy presence, Lord, divine!
34 L. M. 6 lines God praised in all his works.
Thou art, O Lord, the boundless source, Whence all our thousand blessings flow; And nature, through her endless course, Proclaims thy love to all below; While all above join in the strain Of ceaseless praises to thy name.
2 The sun on golden chariot rides, And sends to earth his rays of light; While darkness from his brightness hides, And vanishes from human sight; This sunlight, when it comes to earth, Declares thy goodness gave it birth.
3 The moon and stars, that rule at night, And smile upon this world of wrong, Bear on each trembling chord of light The notes of this sweet, sacred song; "Thou, Lord, didst make all things that move; All are the creatures of thy love."
4 Then help my poor, unworthy heart To join aloud in nature's praise; And may my song, in every part, Proclaim the wonders of thy ways; And when I reach the heavenly plains, I'll sing thy love in nobler strains.