New Faiths

NEW ? So, O Lord, thy tender mercies are,
So freshly blooms in heaven each evening’s star.
New? — yet from everlasting Truth is true;
Ever, of old, the wise thy wisdom knew.

Newly man’s plummet sounds the gracious deeps,
Clearer his eye may catch the glorious steeps;
’T is the same mountain-top serene above,
The same still ocean of eternal love.