t the gloom
Of death, and consecrate the tomb!

79. 10s. M. Jones Very.

God Not Afar Off.

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 God

1 God, 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 God:
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 God'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 God 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 belo