Come, see the wonders He hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;

How He has calmed the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them the thundering chariots too Into devouring flames were hurled.

Submit to God's almighty sway,
For Him the heathen shall obey,

And earth her sovereign Lord confess
The God of Hosts conducts our arms,
Our tower of refuge in alarms,
As to our fathers in distress.

XX.

THERE's not a bird with lonely nest
In pathless wood or mountain crest,
Nor meaner thing, which does not share,
O God, in thy paternal care.

Each barren crag, each desert rude,

Holds Thee within its solitude;

And Thou dost bless the wand'rer there,

Who makes his solitary prayer.

In busy mart and crowded street,
No less than in the still retreat,

Thou, Lord, art near, our souls to bless
With all a parent's tenderness.

And every moment still shall bring
Thy blessings on its loaded wing:

Widely they spread through earth and sky,
And last to all eternity.

Through all creation let thy Name
Be echo'd with a glad acclaim;
That, let the grateful Churches sing;
With that, let Heaven for ever ring.

And we, where'er our lot is cast,
While life, and thought, and feeling last,
Through all our years, in every place,
Will bless Thee for thy boundless grace.

XXI.

WAIT! O my soul, thy Maker's will;
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.

D

He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs His work,-the cause conceals! But though His methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support His throne.

Wait! then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before His awful seat;
And, midst the terrors of His rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

XXII.

IN every object here I see

Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee:
Firm as the rocks Thy promise stands ;
Thy mercies, countless as the sands;
Thy love, a sea immensely wide;
Thy grace, an ever-flowing tide.

In every object here I see

Something, my heart, that points at thee:

Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
Unfruitful as the barren sand,

Deep and deceitful as the ocean,

And, like the tides, in constant motion.

XXIII.

THERE is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine,

Reserved for all the heirs of

O be that refuge mine!

grace;

The least and feeblest there

may

bide

Uninjured and unawed;

While thousands fall on every side,

He rests secure in God.

The angels watch him on his way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.

He feeds in pastures large and fair,
Of truth and love divine:
O child of God, O glory's heir,
How rich a lot is thine!

A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,

An honoured life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!

XXIV.

OH! God unseen, but not unknown,
Thine eye is ever fixed on me;
I dwell beneath thy secret throne,
Encompassed by thy Deity.

Throughout this universe of space
To nothing am I long allied,
For flight of time, and change of place;
My strongest, dearest bonds divide.

Parents I had, but where are they?
Friends whom I knew, I know no more;
Companions once that cheered my way
Have dropt behind or gone before.

Now I am one amidst the crowd

Of lite and action hurrying round; Now left alone-for like a cloud

They came, they went, and are not found.

Even from myself sometimes I part,
Unconscious sleep is nightly death;

Yet surely by my bed thou art,

To prompt my pulse, inspire my breath.