The tall cliff challenges the storm God of the dark and heavy deep! Hath summon'd up their thund'ring bands; God of the forest's solemn shade! When, side by side, their ranks they form, To wave on high their plumes of green, And fight their battles with the storm. God of the light and viewless air! The fierce and wintry tempests blow; All-from the evening's plaintive sigh, God of the fair and open sky! How gloriously above us springs The tented dome, of heavenly blue, Suspended on the rainbow's rings! Each brilliant star, that sparkles through, Each gilded cloud, that wanders free In evening's purple radiance, gives The beauty of its praise to thee. God of the rolling orbs above! Thy name is written clearly bright And every spark that walks alone God of the world! the hour must come, And nature's self to dust return; Her crumbling altars must decay; Her incense fires shall cease to burn; But still her grand and lovely scenes Thy glories in the world below. N Hymn of the City. OT in the solitude W. B. Peabody. Alone, may man commune with Heaven, cr see, Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity; Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. E'en here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty!—here, amidst the crowd With everlasting murmur, deep and loud— 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind. Thy golden sunshine comes From the round heaven, and on their dwellings lies, And lights their inner homes! For them thou fill'st with air the unbounded skies, And givest them the stores Of ocean, and the harvests of its shores. Thy spirit is around, Quickening the restless mass that sweeps along ; And this eternal sound Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng- Or like the rainy tempest, speaks of thee. And when the hours of rest Come, like a calm upon the mid-sea brine, The quiet of that moment, too, is thine; 'The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. W. C. Bryant. Morning Hymn. ET there be light!" The Eternal spoke, And from the abyss where darkness rode The earliest dawn of nature broke, And light around creation flowed. "Let there be light!" O'er heaven and earth, The God who first the day-beam poured, Uttered again His fiat forth, And shed the Gospel's light abroad, Then come, when, in the Orient, first Come with the earliest beams that burst From God's bright throne of glory there. Hoffman. Hymn and Prayer. NFINITE Spirit! who art round us ever, In whom we move, as motes in sum mer sky, May neither life nor death the sweet bond sever, Which joins us to our unseen Friend on high. |