American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1822-06-18

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1t noble composition. worthy of all these honors
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o Thou Eternal One! whose presence bright,
All space doth occupy-a motion guide;
Unchanged through Times aIl-devastaing flight
Thou only God ! There is no God beside.
Being above all beings Mighty One
Whom none can comprehend and none explore
Who fRst existence with 1hyseD alone
Embracing all--supporting-rung o'er-
Being zvtom gve call God--and knozv more i!
In its sublime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean deep-may count
The sands. or the suns rsys-but God Tor thee
There is no weight nor measure; none can mount
Up 10 thy mysteries. Reasons brightest spark,
Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try
To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark:
.4,id thought is iost ere thought can soar so nigh,
Even like past moments in eternity.
Thou from primeval nothingness didst call
First chaos then exIstence-Lord, on thee
ETERNITY had IFS Stimulation: all
Sprung forth from thee :--ui light, Joy, harmony,
Sole original life, all beauty, thine.
Thy word created all. and doth create:
Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine.
Thou art, and vert, and shall be, glorious great
Life-girng, life sustaining potenate
zHy chains tie unmea8ured Universe surround;
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath
Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,
.ind beautifully mingled life and death
AS sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze,
So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from Thee!
And tine spangles in the sunny rays
Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
OF Heavens bright army glitters in thy praise.
4 million torches lighted by Thy hand
Wander unweared through the blue abyss;
They own thy power, accomplish thy command
al gay with life, all eloquent with bliss,
What shall we call them Piles Of chrysta hight !?
glorious company Of golden streams?
Lamps of celestial ether burning bright
Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams?
But Thou to these art as the noon 20 night.
Yes! as dop Of water in the sea,
All this magn6cence in Thee is lost -
What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee !?
And what am then Heavens unnumber' d host
Though multiplied by myrads, and arrayed
In all the glory oil sublmest thought,
Is but atom il the balance weighed
Against Thy greatness--is CIPHER brought
Against inhnity What am |, then ?-Nought.I
Nought But the effluence Of Thy light divine,
PeIvadlng worlds, hath reached my bosom too;
Yes in my shirt doth thy s5ttrif shine,
IFS shines the sun beam in drop ofdew.
Nough but lve and on hopes pinions fly
Eager towards thy presence for in Thee
live and breathe, and dwell aspiring high,
Even to the throne II thy divinity.
Tam, . Con and surely THOU MUST Be-
Thou art directing, guiding all, Thou art.
Direct my understanding then to Thee;
Control my. spirit, guide my wandering heart;
Though but an atom midst immensity
Still am something fashioned b. thy hand
hoda middle iank 'twixt heaven and earth,
One the last verge Of mortal being stand
Close to the realm where angels have their birth,
Jast on the boundaries fine stirit land! 4
The chain Of being is complete in me;
In me is matters last graduation lost,
And the next step is sprit-Dety
can command the lightning, and am dust
A monarch and slave worm, a God
Whence came here. and how so marvelIously
constructed and conceived unknown! This cloa
AtUes surely through some higher energy;
For from himself alone it could not be.
Creator Yes! Thy wisdom and Thy word
Created me! Thou source Of Lie and good
Thou spirit OF my spirit, and my Lord
Thy light thy love, in their bright plentitude
FILLED me with an immortal soul, to spring
Over the abyss Of death and babe it wear
The garments of eternal day. and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,
Even IN its source--lo Thee Its Author there,
o thought ineffabe o visions blest.
Though worthless our conceptions all OF Thee,
Yet shall thy Swallowed image fill our breast,
And watt its homage to thy Deity.
Cod thus alone my lowiy thoughts can soar;
Thus seek thy presence Being wise and good II,
Midst thy vast works admire, obey, adore
And when the tongue is eloquent no more,
lae soul shalt sneak in tears efgratitude.
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