But it presents anxious, careworn, humbled souls with something infinitely more precious than cosmogonies; even an explicit declaration of the love toward them of him who made these worlds.
"Thus saith the Lord, thy Redeemer,
And he who formed thee from the womb:
I am the Lord, who maketh all things;
Who stretcheth forth the heavens alone,
And spreadeth abroad the earth, by myself."
"He healeth the broken in heart,
And bindeth up their wounds.
He telleth the number of the stars,
And calleth them all by their names.
Great is our Lord, and of great power;
His wisdom is infinite!"
Yes, the Creator of heaven and earth, who upholds all things by the word of his power, became a man like you, and dwelt on earth, and suffered the sorrow, the shame, the pain, the death, that sinful man deserved; and when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high. From that heavenly throne his voice now sounds, reader, in your ear, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."
FOOTNOTES:
[186] Cosmos III. 138.
[187] Herschel's Outlines, chap. xvii. sec. 887.
[188] Cosmos III. 197.
[189] Nichol's Architecture of the Heavens, 9th ed. p. 180.
[190] Cosmos IV. 292.