C. M. The book of God's decrees. Let the whole race of creatures lie Abased before their God; Whate'er his sovereign voice has formed He governs with a nod. [Ten thousand ages ere the skies Were into motion brought, All the long years and worlds to come Stood present to his thought. There's not a sparrow or a worm But's found in his decrees; He raises monarchs to their throne, And sinks them as he please.] If light attends the course I run, 'Tis he provides those rays; And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, If darkness clouds my days. Yet I would not be much concerned, Nor vainly long to see The volume of his deep decrees, What months are writ for me. When he reveals the book of life, O may I read my name Amongst the chosen of his love, The followers of the Lamb! |