Where is He? Ask the storm of fire
That bursts from Etna's womb;
And ask the glowing lava flood
That makes the lands a tomb.
Where is He? Ask the Maelstrom's whirl,
Shivering tall pines like glass;
Ask the great oak, the graceful flower,
Or simplest blade of grass.
Where is He? Ask the Behemoth,
Who drinketh rivers dry;
The' ocean king Leviathan,
Or scarce seen atom fly.
Where is He? Ask the awful calm
On mountain-tops that rests;
And bounding, thundering avalanche,
Rent from their rugged crests.
Ask the wide-wasting hurricane,
Careering in its might;
The thunder crash, the lightning blaze,
Earth all convulsed with fight.
Where is He? Ask the crystal isles
On Arctic seas that sail;
Or ask from lands of balm and spice,
The perfume-breathing gale.
Where on the universe is found,
That presence-favoured spot?—
All, all proclaim His dwelling-place!
But say, where is He not?
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"Our Feet Shall Stand Within Thy Gates."
Open now Thy gates of beauty,
Zion, let me enter there,
Where my soul in joyful duty
Waits for Him who answers pray'r;
Oh, how blessed is this place,
Bill'd with solace, light, and grace!