ALL THINGS SPEAK OF GOD
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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
