Text: | THE VOICES OF CREATION |
Author: | Valdimar Briem |
Translator: | Charles Venn Pilcher |
How glorious is God's greatness!
How marvellous God's might!
To this the world bears witness
In wonders day and night;
In form of flower and snowflake,
In morn's resplendent birth,
In afterglow at even,
In sky and sea and earth!
Each tiny floweret whispers
The great Life-giver's name;
The mighty mountain masses
His majesty proclaim;
The hollow vales are hymning
God's shelter for His own;
The snow-capped peaks are pointing
To God's almighty throne.
The ocean's vast abysses
In one grand psalm record
The deep mysterious counsels
And mercy of the Lord;
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The ice-cold waves of winter
Are thundering on the strand,
"E'en grief's chill stream is guided
By God's all-gracious hand."
The starry hosts are singing
Through all the light-strewn sky,
Of God's eternal Temple
And Palace-courts on high.
When, in these outer chambers,
Such glory gilds the gloom,
What the transcendent brightness
Of God's own Presence Room!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How glorious is God's greatness! |
Title: | THE VOICES OF CREATION |
Author: | Valdimar Briem |
Translator: | Charles Venn Pilcher |
Meter: | 7.6.7.6 D |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1913 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |