O thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides

1 O Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides,
whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides,
on darkened souls in pure effulgence shine,
and cheer the clouded mind with light divine.

2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast
with silent confidence and holy rest.
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend --
path, motive, guide, original, and end.


Source: Common Praise (1998) #290