“Thus weer prepared for longer days.”
14. The next difference I shall point out to you between prose and verse, is that in verse the words are placed in a different order from what they would be in prose; as you will notice in the following lines:
“When all thy mercies,
oh my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love and praise.”
15. Now, if these lines were written in prose, the words would stand in the following order: “O my God! when my rising soul surveys all thy mercies, I’m transported with the view of them, and lost in wonder, love and praise.”
16. And now that I have explained to you a few of the points in which verse differs from prose, I will only add, that when you read verse, you must not stop at the end of every line, unless there is a pause or mark there; and that you must avoid reading it as if you were singing it to a tune.
God Present Everywhere.
1. Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceived by me.
2. Surrounded by thy power I stand, On every side I find thy hand: O skill for human reach too high! Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
3. From thy all-seeing Spirit, Lord, What hiding-place does earth afford? O where can I thy influence shun, Or whither from thy presence run?
4. If up to heaven I take my flight, ’Tis there thou dwell’st enthroned in light; If to the world unseen, my God, There also hast thou thine abode.
5. If I the morning’s wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main; E’en there, in earth’s remotest land, I still should find thy guiding hand.
6. Or, should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night; One glance from thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day.
7. The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Through midnight shades thou find’st thy way, As in the blazing noon, of day.
8. Thou know’st the texture of my heart, My reins, and every vital part: I’ll praise thee, from whose hands I came A work of such a wondrous frame.
9. Let me acknowledge too, O God, That since this maze of life I trod, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount.
10. Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurk in any part; Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in thy perfect way.