His attributes divinely soar
Above the creature's sight,
And prostrate seraphim adore
The glorious Infinite.
2 Jehovah's everlasting days
They cannot number'd be,
Incomprehensible the space
Of thine immensity:

Thy wisdom's depths by reason's line
In vain we strive to sound,

Or stretch our labouring thought t' assign
Omnipotence a bound.

3 The brightness of thy glories leaves
Description far below,

Nor man, nor angel's heart conceives
How deep thy mercies flow:
Thy love is most unsearchable,
And dazzles all above;

They gaze, but cannot count or tell
The treasures of thy love!
HYMN 71.

The prayer of frail, sinful, dying man. Job xiv. 1---6.

1 FEW are thy days, and full of woe,

O man, of woman born!

Thy doom is written,

"dust thou art,

And shalt to dust return."

2 Behold the emblem of thy state
In flowers that bloom and die;
Or in the shadow's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye.

3 Guilty and frail, how shalt thou stand
Before thy sovereign Lord?
Can troubled and polluted springs

A hallow'd stream afford?

4 Thou, Lord, hast fix'd life's narrow bound:

Lord, soothe life's varied woes!

Man, as a hireling, toils his day,
And longs for night's repose.

Death is not an eternal sleep. Job xiv. 7.-15.

1 SPRING'S genial showers bedew the root, The trees revive again;

The leafy branch, the grass, the flower,
Adorn the blooming plain.

2 But can succeeding springs revive
The ashes of the urn?

When man decays, and droops, and dies,
Can he again return?

3 None of the sons of men return
From death's surrounding shade,
Until the rending heavens awake
The slumbers of the dead.

4 Lord, may the grave become to me
A bed of peaceful rest;

Whence I shall gladly rise at length
And mingle with the blest!

5 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind
I wait thy high decree,

Till the appointed period come,

When death shall set me free.

HYMN 73.

The last great journey. Job xvi. 22.

1 BEHOLD the path that mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.
2 From scenes of duty, means of grace,
We shall to God's tribunal pass;
Important journey! awful view!

How great the change! the scene how new!

3 Jesus! to Thee our all we trust;
And, if thou call us down to dust,
At thy command that path be trod,
Which through the grave conducts to God."

4 What was our terror, is our joy;
These views our brightest hopes employ;
To go, ere many years are o'er,
Secure we shall return no more.

HYMN 74.

I know that my Redeemer liveth. Job xix. 25, &c.

1 I KNOW, my great Redeemer lives,
This thought transporting pleasure gives;
And, standing at the latter day

On earth, his glories will display.

2 And though this goodly mortal frame
Sink to the dust from whence it came;
Though worms my skin and flesh consume,
When buried in the silent tomb:

3 Yet on that happy rising morn
New life this body shall adorn;
These active powers refin'd shall be,
And God my Saviour I shall see.

4 Though moulder'd all my cold remains,
Though all consum'd my heart and reins;
Yet, for myself, my wond'ring eyes
Shall God behold, with glad surprise.
HYMN 75,

Acquaint thyself with God. Job xxii. 21.

1 ACQUAINT thee, O mortal! acquaint thee with God;

And joy, like the sunshine, shall, beam on thy

road;

And peace, like the dew-drop, shall fall on thy

head;

And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

2 Acquaint thee, O mortal! acquaint thee with God; And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad: Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path,Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death."

Sins and sorrows laid before God. Job xxiii. 3, &c.

10 THAT we knew the secret place
Where we might find our God!
We'd spread our wants before his face,
And pour our woes abroad.

2 He knows what arguments we'd take
To wrestle with our God;

We'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for our Saviour's blood.

3 Our God would pity our complaints,
And heal our broken bones;
He hears the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.

4 Will he increase our deep distress?
No;-banish every fear.

He calls us to his throne of

grace,

To spread our sorrows there.

HYMN 77.

God omniscient, glorious, and omnipotent. Job xxvi. 6, &c.

1 WHO can resist th' Almighty arm That made the starry sky?

Or who elude the certain glance

Of God's all-seeing eye?

2 From Him no covering veils our crimes;
Hell opens to his sight;

And all destruction's secret snares
Lie full disclos'd in light.

3 While Nature's universal frame
Its Maker's power reveals;
His throne, remote from mortal eyes,
An awful cloud conceals.

4 Few of His ways can we survey;
These few our skill transcend:
But the full thunder of his power
What heart can comprehend?

O that I were as in months past. Job xxix. 2, 3. 1 MOURNFUL it seems, in darken'd days, To turn to hours more blest and bright; When God's own glory shed its rays

Around us,-making darkness light. 2 Yet it is good to know from whom That light divine alone could flow; And merciful may be the gloom

Which teaches us its source to know. 3 May those who mourn, in sin's dark night, For light and comfort pass'd away, To Jesus turn, the Truth, the Light, Whose love can make their darkness day. HYMN 79.

Wisdom's expostulation. Prov. i. 20--31.

1 IN streets, and openings of the gates,
Where pours the busy crowd,

Thus heavenly wisdom lifts her voice,
And cries to men aloud.

2 How long, ye scorners of the truth,
Scornful will ye remain?

How long will fools their folly love,
And hear my words in vain?

3 The time will come, when, humbled low
In sofrow's evil day,

Your voice by anguish shall be taught,
But taught too late, to pray.

4 When like a whirlwind o'er the deep
Comes desolation's blast;

Prayers, then extorted, will be vain;
The hour of mercy past!

5 O turn, at last, at God's reproof:
Then in that happy hour

His blest effusions on your heart
God's spirit down shall pour