BY REV. C.A. BARTOL.
Surrounded as we are with the art and handicraft of man--almost everything
we see bearing the mark of his finger, the house and the street, the
market and exchange, every instrument and utensil--it is well,
occasionally, to look forth from this little world of custom and
convenience we ourselves have constructed, into that which bears the
impress of the Almighty's hand--is still as it was left from His forming
strength, and brings us into immediate communion with His Infinite mind.
Let us, at least, listen to the notes of David's lyre on the creative
Majesty.
After an invocation to the heavenly host, the Psalmist calls first on the
forms of inanimate and inorganic existence. These things, of which he
enumerates a few, praise the power of God. The crags and headlands, jarred
and worn by the billows they breast; the granite peaks, bald and grey,
under light and tempest, with the silent host of rocky boulders, swept, we
know not by what convulsions, from their native seat, stand up as the
first rank in the choir of the Maker's worship; and infidelity and atheism
are hushed and abashed by their lofty praise.
Organized, but still unconscious existence takes the next station in this
universal chorus.
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