Heaven's golden-wingèd herald late he saw To a poor Galilean virgin sent; How long the bright youth bowed, and with what awe Immortal flowers to her fair hand present: He saw the old Hebrew's womb neglect the law Of age and barrenness; and her Babe prevent His birth by his devotion, who began Betimes to be a saint before a man! Yet, on the other side, fain would he start Above his fears, and think it cannot be: He studies Scripture, strives to sound the heart Their great Original proclaim. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round this dark, terrestrial ball? What though nor real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found? 66 The hand that made us is divine!" ADDISON. Man's wisdom is to seek His strength in God alone; And even an angel would be weak, Who trusted in his own. Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide: This more exalts the King of kings Than all your works beside. In Jesus is our store; Grace issues from his throne: Whoever says, "I want no more," Confesses he has none. COWPER. PROVIDENCE. GOD moves in a mysterious way Deep in unfathomable mines Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, DEPENDENCE. To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl: 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul. The Lord's unsparing hand Supplies the living stream: It is not at our own command, But still derived from him. PROVIDENCE. O SACRED Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, |