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DIVINE SECRETS.
“Secret things belong unto God.”—Deut. xxix. 29.
Above, below, mysterious all
The moral facts our souls would scan;
And when some pageant lifts the pall
Which covers vast Creation's plan,
A thinking Titan with his godless mind
To shudd'ring Angels seems a monster blind.
The moral facts our souls would scan;
And when some pageant lifts the pall
Which covers vast Creation's plan,
A thinking Titan with his godless mind
To shudd'ring Angels seems a monster blind.
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When David read man's glorious frame
Ecstatic awe o'erpower'd his view;
And, hymning forth Jehovah's name,
He trembled into words, how true!—
“How fearful am I, when by Love survey'd,
Moulded by heaven, and wonderfully made.”
Ecstatic awe o'erpower'd his view;
And, hymning forth Jehovah's name,
He trembled into words, how true!—
“How fearful am I, when by Love survey'd,
Moulded by heaven, and wonderfully made.”
Awake, what mysteries we enclose,
And when we dream, more wondrous far!
'Tween life and death our limbs repose,
And none can tell the truth we are;
Time and eternity then blend and meet,
As they will mingle at the judgment-seat.
And when we dream, more wondrous far!
'Tween life and death our limbs repose,
And none can tell the truth we are;
Time and eternity then blend and meet,
As they will mingle at the judgment-seat.
But when from earth to Heaven we turn,
Pure faith is taught this truth to know,—
Proud wisdom must itself unlearn
By lisping childlike prayer below;
Content in darkness to adore His ways
With Whom 'tis glory to conceal their rays.
Pure faith is taught this truth to know,—
Proud wisdom must itself unlearn
By lisping childlike prayer below;
Content in darkness to adore His ways
With Whom 'tis glory to conceal their rays.
All Eye, all Ear, all Presence, Power,
In contact with creation's whole,
Closing the eyelids of each little flower,
Or bidding worlds around Thee roll,—
Essential Deity, Thou dread Unknown,
Angels would shudder to unveil Thy Throne!
In contact with creation's whole,
Closing the eyelids of each little flower,
Or bidding worlds around Thee roll,—
Essential Deity, Thou dread Unknown,
Angels would shudder to unveil Thy Throne!
And yet, deep mystery proves the light
From whence our reas'ning darkness gains
A lustre, which restores the sight
When blinded by some mental pains:
God is a Fact, from whose unfathom'd All
Eternity will not remove the pall.
From whence our reas'ning darkness gains
A lustre, which restores the sight
When blinded by some mental pains:
God is a Fact, from whose unfathom'd All
Eternity will not remove the pall.
And as our God alone discerns
Himself in Essence, truth, and will,
So faith from revelation learns
To bow before a mystery still;
For God Incarnate is an awful shade
Within whose depths the Church has mused, and pray'd.
Himself in Essence, truth, and will,
So faith from revelation learns
To bow before a mystery still;
For God Incarnate is an awful shade
Within whose depths the Church has mused, and pray'd.
And what Thou doest, Lord, in life,
Is dark indeed to those who roam
Anguish'd, and worn by wasting strife,
Creedless in heart, without a home;—
Each grave that opens, and the friend who dies
Some pang of mystery to the soul supplies.
Is dark indeed to those who roam
Anguish'd, and worn by wasting strife,
Creedless in heart, without a home;—
Each grave that opens, and the friend who dies
Some pang of mystery to the soul supplies.
Why virtue droops, and Vice unveils
A blushless front of gain and glee,
Involves a problem which prevails
O'er sceptic Minds, who cannot see
That mortal life our education is,
And builds up final woe, or future bliss.
A blushless front of gain and glee,
Involves a problem which prevails
O'er sceptic Minds, who cannot see
That mortal life our education is,
And builds up final woe, or future bliss.
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