Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Thou god of our idolatry, the press. . . .Thou fountain, at which drink the good and wise;Thou ever-bubbling spring of endless lies;Like Eden's dread probationary tree,Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its powerTill all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Oh! let me then at length be taughtWhat I am still so slow to learn;That God is love, and changes not,Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
The busy trifler dreams himself alone, / Frames many a purpose, and God works his own.
Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
God never meant that man should scale the Heavens By strides of human wisdom. In his works, Though wondrous, he commands us in his word To seek him rather where his mercy shines.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!