THOU ART, O GOD.

(Air.—Unknown.)[1]

    "The day is thine, the night is also thine: thou hast prepared the

    light and the sun.

    "Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and

    winter."

    —Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17.

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

  Thro' 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 wreaths

  Is born beneath that kindling eye.

Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,

And all things fair and bright are Thine.

[1] I have heard that this air is by the late Mrs. Sheridan. It is sung to the beautiful old words, "I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair."

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