NOT in the solitude

Alone may man commune with heaven; or see Only in savage wood

And sunny vale the present Deity;

Or only hear his voice

Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice.

Even here do I behold

Thy steps, Almighty!-here amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled,

With everlasting murmur, deep and loud, Choking the ways that wind

'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind.

Thy golden sunshine comes

From the round heaven, and on their dwelling lies,

And lights their inner homes;

For them thou fillest the air, the unbounded skies,

And givest them the stores

Of ocean, and the harvest 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,

Like the surrounding sea,

Or like the rainy tempest, speaks of thee.

And when the hour of rest

Comes like a calm upon the mid-sea brine, Hushing its billowy breast

The quiet of that moment too is thine: It breathes of Him who keeps

The vast and helpless city while it sleeps.

XIV.

Now pray we for our country,
That England long may be
The holy, and the happy,

And the gloriously free!
Who blesseth her is blessed!
So peace be in her walls;
And joy in all her palaces,
Her cottages, and halls.

XV.

O GIVE thanks unto the Lord,

For he is gracious,

And his mercy endureth for ever!

GIVE to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat his mercies in your song.

Give to the Lord of lords renown;
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat his mercies in your song.

He fills the sun with morning light;
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When sun and moon shall shine no more.

XVII.

GIVE thanks to God, the heavenly King, Whose mercies still endure;

Let the whole earth his praises sing,

Whose truth is ever sure.

THOU who, upon th' eternal throne,
Dost weigh the fates of all below,
And ever wear'st the radiant crown
Of worlds unnumbered round thy brow:
Thy wisdom formed the plan sublime
Of what man's future course shall be;
The path didst shew which I must climb
To reach my final destiny.

Till then let power divine protect,
And heavenly peace my spirit cheer,
My footsteps here below direct,

Till I before thy face appear.
The present seed I now shall sow

To ripen for eternity,

O let it to perfection grow,

Then take thy pilgrim home to thee.

XIX.

To God on high be thanks and praise,
Who deigns our bonds to sever;
His cares our drooping souls upraise,
And harm shall reach us never.
On him we rest with faith assured,
Of all that live the mighty Lord,

For ever and for ever!

. In sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night;
Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.

New-born, I bless the waking hour;

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power, And springs, my guardian God, to thee.

O guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head.

A deeper shade shall soon impend;
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.

That deeper shade shall break away; That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes;

Thy light shall give eternal day;

Thy love, the rapture of the skies.