Our God and Father Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Harriet Auber. Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, Ten thousand suns around him shine. Holy, holy, holy Lord God of Hosts! Mary A. Lathbury. Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, Or veil in shades your thousand eyes Thou restless globe of golden light, No earthly father loves like Thee, No mother half so mild Bears and forbears, as thou hast done With me, thy sinful child. Frederick W. Faber. There seems a voice in every gale, Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale The birds, that rise on quivering wing, And all the mingling sounds of spring Amelia Opie. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. Isaac Watts. He framed the globe; he built the sky; Isaac Watts. Thou who hast sown the sky with stars, Hast crowned our nation's life, and ours, Thy mercies have been numberless; Thy love, thy grace, thy care, Were wider than our utmost need, And higher than our prayer. Henry Burton. Source of truth, whose beams alone William Cullen Bryant. Thy voice produced the sea and spheres, Through all these spacious works of thine. He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn; O how the thought of God attracts And dissipating mirth! Frederick W. Faber. Thy temple is the arch. Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of vast eternity. Stephen G. Bulfinch. The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruit thy love declare; Who givest all. Christopher Wordsworth. With the past unscreened from thee, His mountains lift their solemn forms, Caleb T. Winchester. Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of days! Charles Wesley. The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys, Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place; Isaac Watts. Did the solid earth ordain How to rise above the main; Some trust in horses trained for war, From thee, the Lord of Heavenly hosts. O Thou, who hast spread out the skies. In joyous thanksgiving to thee. Hannah F. Gould. Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand: So, when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land. Isaac Watts. When all thy mercies, O my God, He paints the wayside flower, Matthias Claudius. Wide as the world is thy command; Isaac Watts. |