The Knickerbocker/Volume 13/Number 5/Spirit Witnesses
'I never walk abroad in the fields or in the woods, at morn or twilight, or in the sultry noontide, that I do not hear, and feel, and see, that God is within, around, and above me.'
SPIRIT WITNESSES.
'I never walk abroad in the fields or in the woods, at morn or twilight, or in the sultry noontide, that I do not hear, and feel, and see, that God is within, around, and above me.'
Fuller.
God's praise is in the zephyr's sigh, Low breathed the greenwood boughs among,And where the wild wind rushes by, Its cadence greets us, clear and strong.We hear it, when the ocean waves Break gently on the solemn shore,And when the tempest-spirit raves, To swell their hollow-sounding roar.We read it in the gorgeous cloud, Tinged by the day-god's parting glow,We read it in the misty shroud, Whose folds conceal the mountain's brow.Do not those silver lamps on high, Suspended o'er the throne of night,Demand of us, unceasingly, To ask from whence and what their light?To ask from what exhaustless urn, From age to age, their fires are fed?When will their glories cease to burn, Their latest rays through space be shed!