1 There is a God--all nature speaks,
Through earth and air and sea and skies:
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When first the beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame
Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise
Above the weak attempts of art;
Their bright, inimitable dyes
Speak sweet conviction to the heart.
4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of a God;
Come, bow before him, and adore.
|First Line:||There is a God--all nature speaks|
|Topic:||Being of God: Existence; Being of God|