120 Anniversary Address. 



rambles over hill and dale, over mountain and moor, in all 

 our charming intercourse with each other in social brotherly- 

 kindness, one thought has ever come over me, how much, 

 how infinitely much, Nature's God, our loving Father, has 

 given us to enjoy in this bright world of ours ; how much 

 reason we have to say in the deep emotion and solemn fervour 

 of our hearts, " God is love." He has brought us into a 

 world full of beauty and loveliness, and He has given us 

 senses duly fitted to relish and enjoy it. He has given us the 

 eye, with its exquisitely delicate mechanism, to revel with 

 pleasure in beholding the fairy forms, the glorious colouring, 

 the fine proportions of animate and inanimate creation — in 

 viewing landscapes and scenes, which make the heart dance 

 with joy — the quiet beauty which sleeps in the sequestered 

 glen, or the bold grandeur which towers in the majestic 

 mountain ; and when we turn the eye to the starry heavens, 

 what brightness and glory meet its gaze, to charm, to 

 astonish, and to sink into the inmost soul with the deepest 

 and most earnest adoration of the power, the wisdom, the 

 goodness of the Maker. He has given us the ear, to drink in 

 the rich melody of sweet sounds, the simple, cheering, 

 gladdening music of the woods and groves, the gentle purling 

 of the limpid stream ; and to enjoy enlightening converse and 

 friendly communion, one with another. He has given us the 

 hand, to follow the motions of the will and to obey the com- 

 mands of thought, to execute marvellous works of art and 

 science, which give such pleasure to the mind which planned 

 them. He has given us the bright lamp of reason, to examine 

 into the nature and causes of things, to make inventions and 

 discoveries, to discriminate between right and wrong, and un- 

 fold to us the subtle and intricate workings of the mind itself. 

 These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, 

 Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, 

 Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! 

 Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, 

 To us invisible, or dimly seen 

 In these Thy lowest works ; yet these declare 

 Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. 



