God of the ocean, earth, and sky, In Thy bright presence we rejoice; We feel Thee, see Thee ever nigh, And gladly hear Thy gracious voice. | We feel Thee in the sunny beam; We see Thee walk the mountain waves; We hear Thee in the murmuring stream, And when the tempest wildly raves. | God on the lonely hills we meet, God, in the vale and fragrant grove, While birds and whispering winds repeat, That God is there,—the God of love. | We meet Thee in the pensive hour When wearied nature sinks to rest; When dies the breeze, and sleeps the flower And peace is given to every breast. | We see Thee when, at eve, afar We upward lift our wondering sight, We see Thee in each silent star That glorifies the gloom of night. | But better still, and still more clear, Thee in Thy holy Son we see; There Thy own glorious words we hear, And learn the way to heaven and Thee. | |