Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion Part 13

1 Father! Thy wonders do not singly stand, Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed; Around us ever lies the enchanted land, In marvels rich to Thine own sons displayed.

2 In finding Thee are all things round us found!

In losing Thee are all things lost beside!

Ears have we, but in vain sweet voices sound, And to our eyes the vision is denied.

3 Open our eyes that we that world may see!

Open our ears that we Thy voice may hear!

And in the spirit-land may ever be, And feel Thy presence with us always near;

4 No more to wander 'mid the things of time, No more to suffer death or earthly change; But-with the Christian's joy and faith sublime, Through all Thy vast, eternal scenes to range.

80. C. M. Montgomery.

The Earth Full of G.o.d

1 G.o.d, in the high and holy place, Looks down upon the spheres; Yet in His providence and grace To every eye appears.

2 He bows the heavens; the mountains stand, A highway for our G.o.d: He walks amidst the desert-land; 'Tis Eden where He trod.

3 The forests in His strength rejoice; Hark! on the evening breeze, As once of old, the Lord G.o.d's voice Is heard among the trees.

4 In every stream His bounty flows, Diffusing joy and wealth; In every breeze His Spirit blows,-- The breath of life and health.

5 His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth, That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers, And rings with infant mirth.

6 If G.o.d hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will Paradise be found!

81. L. M. Pierpont.

Every Place a Temple.

1 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung; Whom kings adored in songs sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue:

2 Not now on Zion's height alone Thy favored worshippers may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well.

3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- The incense of the heart,--may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there.

4 To Thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength, and beauty, bend the knee; And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to Thee!

5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung!

82. 7s. M. Methodist.

G.o.d Everywhere Present.

1 They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we live a life of prayer, G.o.d is present everywhere.

2 In our sickness and our health, In our want, or in our wealth, If we look to G.o.d in prayer, G.o.d is present everywhere.

3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer;-- G.o.d is present everywhere.

4 Then, my soul, in every strait To thy Father come, and wait; He will answer every prayer;-- G.o.d is present everywhere.

83. L. M. Moore.

G.o.d in All.

1 There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of the Deity.

2 There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace Thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again.

3 The heavens, the earth, where'er I look, Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of Thy wondrous name.

84. L. M. Moore.

G.o.d's Presence in Nature.

1 Thou art, O G.o.d, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.

2 When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.

3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.

4 When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath Thy kindling eye: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.