Poems (Baldwyn)/God is here
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GOD IS HERE.
"All Thy works praise Thee.'"
Go forth and view the boundless sky
Array'd in glorious hues on high;
Behold the stars that shine above;—
All, all proclaim that "God is love."
For nature's voice in ev'ry tone
Gives glory to our God alone,
And all his works proclaim his pow'r,
E'en to the humblest wild-wood flow'r.
His voice is heard in all that here
From nature's harp falls on the ear.
The roaring thunder speaks his might;
The sun that rises warm and bright;
The moon, whose soft and beauteous ray
Succeeds the splendours of the day;
The ocean's sigh, and cat'ract's roar;
The music on the streamlet's shore;
The boundless forest's deep repose;
The beauties of the evening's close;
The very air that passes by
A feeling sweet brings with its sigh,
That calms the stormy, trembling breast
Like some sweet spirit whisp'ring rest.
All speak this truth that God is here;
His presence brightens all our sphere.
Love's gentle spirit dwells below,
The light of life, the balm of woe!
In all that's lovely, bright, and fair,
The spirit of our God is there!
Array'd in glorious hues on high;
Behold the stars that shine above;—
All, all proclaim that "God is love."
For nature's voice in ev'ry tone
Gives glory to our God alone,
And all his works proclaim his pow'r,
E'en to the humblest wild-wood flow'r.
His voice is heard in all that here
From nature's harp falls on the ear.
The roaring thunder speaks his might;
The sun that rises warm and bright;
The moon, whose soft and beauteous ray
Succeeds the splendours of the day;
The ocean's sigh, and cat'ract's roar;
The music on the streamlet's shore;
The boundless forest's deep repose;
The beauties of the evening's close;
The very air that passes by
A feeling sweet brings with its sigh,
That calms the stormy, trembling breast
Like some sweet spirit whisp'ring rest.
All speak this truth that God is here;
His presence brightens all our sphere.
Love's gentle spirit dwells below,
The light of life, the balm of woe!
In all that's lovely, bright, and fair,
The spirit of our God is there!