ABOVE these heavens' created rounds,

ABOVE these heavens' created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds Where time and nature end.

From Thee, when creature-streams run low, And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high.

Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy presence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rise. P salm 37 (1 of 2)

O GOD of love, how blest are they Who in Thy ways delight! Thy presence guides them all the day, And cheers them all the night.

Whene'er they faint, a mighty arm Is nigh them to uphold; And sin or Satan cannot harm The feeblest of Thy fold.

The Lord is wise, the Lord is just, The Lord is good and true, And they who on His promise trust Will find it bear them through.

His word will stay their sinking hearts; Their feet shall never slide: The heavens dissolve, the earth departs, They safe in God abide.