Thou Art, O God, the Life and Light

Thou art

O God

the life and light

Of all this won­drous world we see;

Its glow by day

its smile by night

Are but re­flect­ions caught from Thee;

Where’er we turn

Thy glo­ries shine

And all things fair and bright are Thine.

When day

with fare­well beam

de­lays

Among the op­en­ing clouds of even

And we can al­most think we gaze

Through gold­en vis­tas in­to Heav­en

Those hues

that make the sun’s d­ecline

So soft

so ra­di­ant

Lord

are Thine.

When night

with wings of star­ry gloom

O’ershadows all the earth and skies

Like some dark beau­te­ous bird whose plume

Is spark­ling with un­num­bered eyes—

That sac­red gloom

those fires di­vine

So grand

so count­less

Lord

are Thine.

When youth­ful spring around us breathes

Thy Spir­it warms her frag­rant sigh

And ev­ery flow­er the sum­mer wreathes

Is born be­neath that kind­ling eye—

Where’er we turn

Thy glor­ies shine

And all things fair and bright are Thine.