There Is a Book That All May Read

There is a book that all may read

Which heav’n­ly truth im­parts

And all the lore its scho­lars need

Pure eyes and Christ­ian hearts.

The works of God ab­ove

be­low

Within us and around

Are pag­es in that book

to show

How God Him­self is found.

The glo­ri­ous sky

em­brac­ing all

Is like the Mak­er’s love

Wherewith en­com­passed

great and small

In peace and or­der move.

The moon ab­ove

the Church be­low

A won­drous race they run

But each their ra­di­ance

all their glow

Each bor­rows of its sun.

The Sav­ior lends the light and heat

That crown His ho­ly hill;

The saints

like stars

around His seat

Perform their cour­ses still.

The saints ab­ove are stars in Heav’n—

What are the saints on earth?

Like trees they stand whom God has giv’n

Our Ed­en’s hap­py birth.

Faith is their fixed

un­swerv­ing root

Hope their unfad­ing flow­er

Fair deeds of char­ity their fruit

The glo­ry of their bow­er.

The dew of Heav’n is like Thy grace

It steals in si­lence down;

But where it lights

the fa­vored place

By rich­est fruits is known.

One name

ab­ove all glo­ri­ous names

With its ten thou­sand tongues

The ev­er­last­ing sea pro­claims

And ech­oes an­gel songs.

The rag­ing fire

the roar­ing wind

Thy bound­less pow­er dis­play

But in the gent­ler breeze we find

The Spir­it’s view­less way.

Two worlds are ours: ’tis on­ly sin

Forbids us to des­cry

The mys­tic Heav’n and earth with­in

Plain as the sea and sky.

Thou

who hast giv’n me eyes to see

And love this sight so fair

Give me a heart to find out Thee

And read Thee ev­ery­where.