The prostrate seraph licks the ground,
Eclips'd in his Creator's light.

How chang'd the scene !-of late, the mirth
And passive scorn of soldiers rude :
But now, while they lie stretch'd on earth,
He walks, too glorious to be view'd.

10 Behold yon tyrant! stript and bare,
In his own fetters bound, he lies;
His sceptre broken, while the air

Is troubled with his wailing cries.

11 Well may'st thou wail! the time draws nigh,
(This Resurrection seals the doom)

When thou, with all thy pow'r shall d e,
And all thy captives leave the tomb.

TH

HYMN 577. C. M.

Widow.

J. M. G.

HOUGH faint and sick, and worn away
With poverty and woe,

My widow'd feet are doom'd to stray
Mid thorny paths below;

2 Be thou, O Lord! my Saviour still-
My confidence and guide!

I know that perfect is Thy will,
Whate'er that will decide.

3 I know the soul that trusts in Thee
Thou never wilt forsake ;
And though a bruised reed I be,
That reed thou wilt not break.

4 Then, keep me, Lord! where'er I go-
Support me on my way;

Though worn with poverty and woe,
My widow'd footsteps stray!

5 To give my weakness strength, O God!
Thy staff shall yet avail :

And though thou chasten with thy rod,
That staff shall never fail.

E. WG.

HYMN 578.

C. M.

The Condescension of God.

Kings viii. 27.

TERNAL pow'r, almighty God,
Who can approach thy throne?
Accessless light is thy abode,
To angel-eyes unknown.

2 Before the radiance of thine eye
The heav'ns no longer shine,
And all the glories of the sky
Are but the shade of thine.

3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend
To cast a look below,

To this vile world thy notice bend,
These seats of sin and woe?

4 But oh! to show thy smiling face,
To bring thy glories near-
Amazing and transporting grace
To dwell with mortals here!

5 How strange! how awful is thy love!
With trembling we` adore :

Not all the exalted minds above

Its wonders can explore,

6 While golden harps, and angel tongues
Resound immortal lays,

Great God, permit our humble songs
To rise and mean thy praise.

MRS. STEELE.

FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss
Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone

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304

Far from mortal cares retreating
Far hence, each superstition vain

29

324

Far from these scenes of night
Father, how wide thy glory shines
Father of mercies, send thy grace
Father of mercies, in thy word
Father of all, omniscient mind
Father of lights, we sing thy name
Father Divine, thy piercing eye

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506

Father of all, whose powerful voice
Forsake my soul, the tents of sin

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