Poems (Merrill)/All Things Speak of God
ALL THINGS SPEAK OF GOD
The stars in their infinite beauty, And the moon in yon azure deep; All speak of some great Duty— Of some tireless Watch to keep. This beautiful, beautiful world so grand— The trees, the birds and the flowers; All point with a beckoning hand, To a wisdom more potent than ours.
Hear ye the Ocean speaking— Hear ye the surges roar! As the wild-winged winds come shrieking From some far distant shore. Is there not something greater Than the power of Man alone? Aye, the power of the Creator Is far greater than our own.
See ye the lightning flashing— Now, as in anger comes Booming, rolling, crashing Like a hundred beating drums Peals of terrific thunder— We stand in silence, awed; We can but pause and wonder At the infinite power of God!
And thou, oh mighty torrent Flowing on, and on, through time—Tell us, who sends thy current O'er the cataract sublime? And thou, gigantic mountain— Canst tell us whence thy birth—Sprang thou from some living fountain— How into existence came this earth?
Could we doubt for a single hour That these marvelous works were lent By the high and wondrous power Of One Omnipotent? Nay! tho' we seek where man ne'er trod And traverse sea or land; It seems that all things speak of God— And a Loving Father's hand.