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.
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.
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!
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?
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.
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.